I Don't Want to Believe It, and I Won't Believe It

At a ball, couples who hit it off usually head to the balcony.

If you close the balcony doors and draw the curtains, no one inside can see you clearly, making it the perfect place to talk or get handsy without interruption.

In some cases, they even take off their pants and hike up their skirts there…… Ahem.

But right now, what heading to the balcony meant was completely irrelevant.

I just wanted to get away from everyone, even for a little while.

“Whew. You saved me, Lyles. What brings you here, though?”

“I came to see my younger sister before heading south. The host's wife is my little sister.”

Really? What a surprising connection.

From what I'd heard while those men were pestering me, the count had a fair bit of money.

Maybe I could use this connection through a friend of a friend to get some investment for the North...