"Mr. Torman, would you care to join us for breakfast? I prepared South Innis Crown Cocoa..."
The next day.
After Aaron got up early in the morning, he found the Remingtons waiting in the sitting room.
Ever since what had happened last night, their attitude toward him could practically be called fawning.
Well, the fact that he preferred cocoa to coffee was also something he had mentioned in passing over breakfast yesterday.
A helpless, wry smile appeared on his face. "Sure... but don't ask again. Didn't I explain? It was just an accident!"
"No matter what, you got that ticket."
Mr. Remington's face was flushed bright red. "Just by waiting around outside an upscale restaurant in Queen District, you met a noble and formed a friendship with them. You're incredible... no, Mr. Torman, you were born to belong in that circle."
Eusain worked swiftly. After returning, he arranged a chance encounter that brought Aaron into a certain noble's notice, and the invitation followed naturally.
"I was just lucky."
Aaron smiled modestly.
The three of them had breakfast together, while Mr. Remington continuously boasted about his son, as though hinting at something.
The pleasant atmosphere had not lasted long before the doorbell rang.
"We don't seem to have any guests scheduled."
Mrs. Remington went to open the door, only to see a group of people file in.
At their head was an elderly man with immaculately combed hair and a bearing even more refined than that of a noble. "I am Jenkins, proprietor of Jenkins Private Tailoring in Queen District."
His eyes seemed to contain a ruler as he appraised Aaron. "Mr. Torman... at a certain noble's instruction, I have come to prepare your evening attire. This ball is a masquerade... What style would you prefer? Gentlemanly? Military?"
As Jenkins spoke,