By the time she realized it, she was already overwhelmed by the alcohol, and her emerald green eyes became blurred, the swaying figures began to merge.
Oh?
She actually got drunk?
Edward keenly noticed his sister's state, revealing a smile of "understanding" on his face, and quietly moved to Colin's side.
"Your Highness, I'm afraid I must trouble you to help me with a task, you know I can't leave here—"
"Alright, leave it to me."
Luo Yan couldn't possibly say he was busy, especially with Erin's precarious stance, seemingly ready to trip over her own skirt at any moment.
He returned the champagne to the tray held by the waiter, expertly wove through the crowd, and gentlemanly supported Erin's drooping arm.
"Your Highness, you're drunk."
His voice was gentle and warm, simultaneously blocking Erin from the next baron trying to toast her, guiding her to the edge of the ballroom.
"Let me escort you back to your room to rest."
Erin did not resist.
