Viellas pov
I smiled awkwardly, sipping the iced water the waiter had just placed beside me. Elias was still watching me.
Like, intensely.
The kind of stare that made your fork pause midair.
"Your appetite changed, Viella," he murmured, tone far too casual for the way his eyes traced every move of my hand as I cut into the stuffed salmon.
"Huh? You said something?"
He smiled. Smooth. "Ah, nothing important."
Right. Nothing important. Except the fact that you somehow know what my appetite used to be like. Before I got isekai'd into this villainess hellhole.
I cleared my throat. "Umm... So have we met before? I don't know... you just look so familiar."
He chuckled, that rich, smooth laugh that belonged to CEOs and cult leaders. "Everyone says that. You've probably seen me in the news. Or maybe..." he tilted his head slightly, "...in a dream?"
