Why it never ends

Chapter 938 Dance

Fatima hesitated to speak, but finally lowered her head slightly: "...When will you come over? We can't let Chloe spend the entire party alone, at least you should be there when she dances the first dance."

"What's the hurry?" Trion muttered. "I—"

Trion stopped talking, as if he had thought of something. Fatima looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Trion turned around and said, "Ladies, I have a proposal!"

Hesta and others looked at him.

"Perhaps you would like to come to my daughter's fifteenth birthday dance?"

……

When the group followed Fatima and quietly entered the ballroom from the path on the side of the garden, Eucalyptus was extremely nervous. Qiqi also held her breath tightly and held Eucalyptus' hand tightly all the way. Both of them had sweaty palms, but they both thought it was their fault.

Fatima had been accompanying Eucalyptus and Rico since they entered the garden. She led them to sit down and rest in a corner of the fountain in the garden. Eucalyptus asked for a glass of sweet wine, as she felt that she urgently needed some alcohol to relieve her mood.

At the other end of the garden, Eleven was walking in and out of the crowd, looking around, trying to take in every person and every item here, but she only had two eyes after all, and if she looked at the front, she would miss the back. She liked the clothes of these adults very much, the intricate patterns woven with gold and silver threads shone in the afterglow of the sunset, and she couldn't take her eyes away. The servants of the manor passed through here smoothly and silently like a school of fish, lightly lighting the candles on each table and brushing away the food residues that fell on the lace tablecloth.

"Hey, I say," Hesta finally grabbed Eleven's shoulders. She lifted Eleven up with both hands and placed him on her shoulders. "Can you just be quiet for a while? Stop running around."

Eleven originally wanted to struggle and scream, but when she found that she could sit on Hesta's neck again, she stopped talking immediately - this perspective was really the best in the whole scene.

Young people were dancing in the open space in the center of the garden, while older people were chatting in groups of three or five at the edge of the garden. Each circle here had its own fixed host, who was in charge of all the topics of conversation, while the rest of the audience and the conversationalists were slowly moving in different circles. Hesta took a glass of sparkling water, stopped at the edge of each circle to listen for a while, and then walked towards the next group of people.

"The whole South District is in chaos, too much chaos!" said an old female voice. "You didn't see it with your own eyes, so you can't imagine it. Those thugs can't be called human beings at all. They are just scum and man-eating vultures. These days they have been entrenched in a farm that doesn't belong to them, looting and destroying it wantonly. The Horvitz family's coffee plantation is ruined. I told his wife to sell the plantation as soon as possible. She said she had taken care of it for more than ten years and had feelings for it - but what happened? It's over! I just received news from Horvitz last night. Fortunately, his family escaped and saved their lives, otherwise my old eyes would have been blinded by his tears."

The crowd sighed in unison.

"Well," said Tryon, from the outermost part of the crowd, "today is a happy day, why don't we talk about something happy?"

People turned to look at him and made way for him to the center. Trion strode happily forward and kissed the old man who had just been talking.

At this moment, Hesta saw from the gap in the crowd that the old man also had a brooch of the Lord's Gospel Society on his chest. Hesta's eyes moved slightly and his sight immediately turned to the old man's face.

"What are you talking about?" The old lady pretended to be unhappy and stretched out her hand to Trion, with a kind of coquettish and reproachful expression, "You are living comfortably here, so are you going to turn your head away and ignore the suffering of those who are as noble as you?" "What do you mean?" Trion deliberately widened his eyes, "Just understand the heart of a father. Today is the birthday of his most beloved little daughter. Of course, he hopes that everything that happens here is sweet!"

"Well, for Chloe's sake," the old man brushed aside a folding fan and looked at another guest beside him. "To be honest, if it weren't for this child, I wouldn't be here. These balls - bringing people together to drink and dance - just waste my time... Where's Chloe? I haven't seen much of her since just now."

"...She's sulking over there." Trion said with a smile, "Because Kovicik didn't come, she refuses to dance with anyone now."

"Oh, Kovichik," the old lady sneered and looked away indifferently, "I heard some rumors, Baron, about Chloe and Kovichik - it is said that the two children will be engaged this year, is this true? Do you like Kovichik?"

"This has nothing to do with me. The children should be allowed to make their own decisions about their feelings."

"Excuse me for being blunt," the old man said in a calm tone, "Kovicik is certainly a good boy, but he has been too sharp in the past year. He is obviously one of us, and he has the blood of General Schiller... But since he started working as a tutor to the emperor, he has become more and more aggressive, and he has increasingly ignored us old men."

Trion nodded, as if he was lost in thought. He would not express his views clearly on these matters, but he needed to show that he was thinking very seriously about the questions raised by the other party.

"He was so late for Chloe's fifteenth birthday, which shows how careless he is. I know you value his family background, but honestly, when you choose a husband for Chloe, you should at least make sure that he is half as attentive to your daughter as you are - this is what a father should do. Besides, you should also take a long-term view. I know that Kovicik's conditions are indeed good in District 12, but why don't you take a look at your hometown District 3? There are so many young talents with excellent family backgrounds and looks there, which one can't be chosen to be Chloe's husband?"

"Listen to me, dear," Trion raised his head with a serious expression and held the old man's hand. "Perhaps you already have a candidate in mind? If you are willing to help me with this matter, I would really appreciate it. I haven't been back for too long, and I don't know enough about many things in the third district..."

"Just wait." The old man smiled. "I'll do anything for Chloe."

……

Hesta walked around the field and finally returned to Rico and Eucalyptus.

"I've been waiting for you," Rico stood up, "Let's go inside and eat. There's a full meal inside."

"Where's Mrs. Fatima?"

"I saw that she had too many things to do, so I let her go," Rico folded his hands, held the back of his head and stretched, "Anyway, we don't need anyone to accompany us to chat here, do you have something to ask her?"

Hesta shook his head. “I heard a lot of people talking about Kovicik. Who is this person?”