Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

When the freshly-cooked ravioli was served, the aroma wafted through the air.

"Thank you for letting me go first, Mr. Prince. Next time you come to my shop for coffee beans, I'll be sure to give you a discount," Ava said with a smile.

Caspian regarded her with curiosity. "How much of a discount?"

Ava blinked playfully, her eyes sparkling. "How much of a discount would you like, Mr. Prince?"

With her sweet appearance and a hint of innocent charm, she resembled a beautiful flower in full bloom. Even the most steadfast gentleman might feel his heart flutter at such a sight. However, Caspian seemed oblivious to her beauty and was instead focused on the matter at hand. "You should give me the same as whatever you give Lord Snyder," he said.

Ava giggled, her eyes twinkling. "That won't do! Since you were kind enough to let me have the ravioli first, I must repay you properly. How about this-if you come in person and buy a pound, I'll throw in half a pound for free?" "It's a deal," Caspian replied excitedly.

"You got it!"

Ava smiled at him in a calm and composed demeanor, exuding a quiet beauty that was both refreshing and captivating. But Caspian shifted his gaze away from her and landed on Harold, who was moving at a painfully slow pace. After a moment, Caspian turned back to Ava and asked, "Didn't you say you were hungry? Why aren't you eating?"

Ava tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, revealing a pair of ruby-red earrings that accentuated her shimmering gaze. "Seeing you made me so happy that I momentarily forgot I was hungry."

Caspian chuckled softly but inwardly thought, 'If you weren't hungry, you should have said so earlier. Now, I've wasted all this time by letting you go first!'

Weaver was Celeste's new identity. With graceful movements, she began to eat her ravioli, her delicate lips parting as she took a delicate bite. The small ravioli were tender and flavorful,

small enough that

person would have been eager to gulp

first. Caspian couldn't help but feel her character was a

goods that half-pound would be? If it turned out to be old and moldy coffee grounds that had just been unsold for a long time, he would be asking for trouble just to

continued to eat, believing herself to be the picture of grace. She knew Caspian occasionally came to buy ravioli, so she had made a point to come by recently to establish a

Mr. Prince,"

and handed over

"That's too much! Let me

too much. It's just the

always like this." Harold smiled helplessly and thanked

I'll

as he took the ravioli. Then, he politely addressed Celeste

lips. The steam rising from the ravioli in front of her lent her

Don't forget to

course," Caspian replied politely as he climbed into

he was gone, the smile on Celeste's face vanished. She set down her

at her bowl and noted