As they returned to the dining room, Bash and Adèle to appear as appropriate as they could, for they did not want anyone to suspect of anything. Adèle tidied her hair and smoothed out the creases of her dress. They settled themselves in the dining table, and of course, Mary had reserved seats especially for them. However, she made sure that they were to sit right next to each other, as any other couple should.

"Where have you been?" asked Francis.

Bash averted his gaze to Adèle, as a small smirk appearing on his lips. "Oh, we went out for a.. quiet evening stroll. Er, we wanted to speak to each other in private, you see."

"I see," Francis gave him a strange look, hinting Bash that he was aware of Bash's little lie. "An evening stroll, was it? Where did you go? The courtyard? Or the hallways?"

"I don't think you should intrude on their personal lives, Francis," Mary smiled at him. "Let them have their privacy."

Bash almost wanted to thank Mary, but instead, the only possible response was a nod. In return, Mary smiled, and then dug into her food, as well as her guests. Catherine, as it turns out, had also taken a liking to Theo, for she chose a seat next to him, and showing him how to eat like a proper prince. When she caught Francis chowing down on his food (in a visibly disgusting manner), she gave his son an irritated expression, and told young Theo: "I advise you that if you want to eat like a true prince, you should take examples from books, and not from other princes," She said, eyeing Francis again.

People were tangled in their own conversations. Mary, and Francis, was speaking to Cyril and Adèle's mother, who spoke to them of their family business in great length. Adèle was sure that their farms were what her mother took great pride in, as she manages almost more than half of the farmlands that they own in terms of improving the quality of crops and maintaining a steady amount of food supply. She had also told them that she had left the remaining portions of the family's lands to Jean-Michel, her eldest son and Adèle's brother, to let him apply the skills that he has learned throughout much of his life.

Adèle's father, however, lured Bash and Adèle, into a conversation. "So, Sebastian, have you and Adèle set a date for your marriage yet?"

"We are still not sure," said Bash. "Perhaps I will leave all the planning to Adèle, for I am not very skilled in planning things."

"Unfortunately, I am not any better than you," Adèle smiled, as she entered the conversation.

"Ah, well, then. At least you two shall marry, despite the fact that you both think that you lack in the skills of planning weddings.." Her father took a sip of his exquisite wine.

"Perhaps you could suggest a wedding date," Bash said.

"Hmm.. a fine proposition," her father remained silent for a moment and began to think, before speaking again. "I have decided that you two shall marry in three weeks' time."

Adèle almost let out a loud gasp. "Three weeks time? Father, that is simply not enough time to plan a we—"

"Oh, sure it is," Her father said confidently. "Your mother and I married only a few weeks after we met, and look at us now. We are still in love, don't you agree, Sebastian?"

"You and mother eloped, before returning to your parents again, father." She scoffed.

"Yes, but our situation was much more different than yours, Adèle. So do you agree, Sebastian? You two are to marry sooner or later, so why not do it sooner, yes?"

"It all depends on what Adèle wants," Bash said, expecting a comment from her. "Do you want us to be married sooner?"

Adèle remained deathly silent for a moment. She seemed to caught up in her thoughts to reply quickly, as she always did. "Well.. I suppose my father is right. We could marry sooner,"

"Good! Very good, indeed," her father said with glee, the expression on his face radiating with joy. "I can't just have one grandchild, you know."

"We know," they both replied together, and continued to share a small chuckle, which they attempted to hide.