Alessandra reached the table, her stomach made a loud rumbling noise. Alessandra’s face flushed red as she picked up a plate. She stuffed a handful of grapes in her mouth, hoping to avoid attention and to appease her stomach while she moved down the table. A snicker assaulted her ears. Alessandra looked up into blue-green eyes framed by dark hair.
Nicholai stood with a plate in his hands and an amused look on his face. “So, the great Lady Alessandra is human after all.”
Alessandra squinted her eyes and scrunched up her face. “What kind of statement is that?”
“I only meant the lady I met last night seemed too full of properness to stuff grapes in her mouth like a chipmunk.”
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