The dinner party at the Yemengade Family was unexpectedly smooth. When the party ended, everyone seemed quite satisfied, and even Arthur, the prominent guest, seemed somewhat reluctant to return the Little Dragon Snake to Dorothy, looking back every few steps.
The homebody witch felt utterly drained. She really doesn't like these crowded social events where one has to engage in various formalities. She finally made it through to the end and sighed heavily in relief.
As everyone left the banquet hall and returned to the main house's sitting room, Dorothy immediately lounged on the plush sofa, not wanting to lift a finger.
Seeing her daughter like this, Euphilia found it somewhat amusing.
"How did your talk with Lady Victoria go?"
Earlier at the party, the Mother Dragon couldn't ask too much, but now the event was over, she finally found the chance to inquire.
