"We can have many portraits done of you now and place them on the walls beside the others. You are now a Hastings. We should show you off," said Dante.
"We? Don't you mean you want to show me off? The way you are pouting in this portrait tells me that it is not fun to sit there for a long time while someone paints you. I do not mind having one or two. One alone with you and one with Theo," Ophelia considered.
"They should remind us of this time. Like how you remember what you were feeling in this portrait. I want to have one to look back on this year and this very moment. I will arrange it after the ball," Ophelia decided.
"We must get to our dinner. Did you set the table?" Dante asked, slipping his hand to hold Ophelia's.
"I did. I found the food and placed it on the table. Should we have some wine?" Ophelia inquired, remembering the bottles she saw.
"Any bottles of wine you come across here might be strong with alcohol. You might only be able to have a sip."
