ANSEL POV
“So, how are things with Lady Karin?” Aron asked as he flicks a piece of lint from his jacket. “I know she must be happy that you’ve returned, though a little birdie told me that you haven’t asked her to the Blue Moon ball.”
“You’ve been checking up on me?”
“Absolutely. You two have more drama than a Telenovela.” He turned his face dramatically as if he was slapped. Holding his cheek, he rubbed it. “Que?!” he said with a gasp.
Ansel shook his head. “You’re such an odd duck.”
“Perhaps, but I happily quack amongst those who understand and adore me.” He adjusted himself in his seat. “Seriously, you need to ask her.”
“Why? She already knows she will accompany me.”
“How?”
Ansel scrunched his face. “What do you
