Reincarnated With the Seduction System

Chapter 237: Banquet

Adrian stepped out of his room, the polished floors reflecting the sharp lines of his tailored suit. The hallway buzzed faintly with activity as servants scurried to and fro, finalizing the preparations for the evening's banquet.

The manor was alive with purpose, every corner bustling with action. Servants carried trays laden with polished silverware, while others adjusted ornate floral arrangements that lined the hallways.

Chandeliers were meticulously cleaned to ensure they sparkled, casting a dazzling light over the ever-busy staff.

The scent of roasted meats, spiced wines, and freshly arranged flowers mingled in the air, a tantalizing promise of the night ahead.

As Adrian descended the grand staircase, the soft hum of conversation reached his ears. He paused at the top, his keen eyes sweeping across the expansive banquet hall below.

The room was a testament to the current Everhart family's wealth and influence, with towering candelabras casting a warm glow over opulent decor.

Tables draped in crimson and gold stretched across the hall, laden with dishes that seemed almost too exquisite to eat.

At the center of it all stood Seraphina, resplendent in attire far from her usual mage’s robes.

She wore a deep crimson gown that matched the banquet’s theme, adorned with golden embroidery resembling flickering flames.

The fitted bodice accentuated her regal frame, while the gown’s flowing skirts swayed as she moved.

A jeweled circlet rested atop her blazing red hair, which was pinned up in an intricate bun, with a few loose curls framing her face.

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She directed the staff with practiced authority, her piercing blue eyes sharp and attentive. When she glanced up and spotted Adrian, her lips curved into a proud smile.

“You look so handsome, my dear husband,” she called, her voice carrying effortlessly over the distance. “Are you trying to charm everyone tonight?”

Adrian smirked, descending the stairs with an air of confidence. “Aren't everyone that are participating in the banquet already charmed by me?”

Seraphina chuckled, shaking her head as she returned her attention to the staff.

The grand hall itself buzzed with the sounds of final preparations. Footmen arranged seating charts, while maids meticulously ensured every plate and goblet was perfectly aligned.

Beyond the hall, the gardens were lit with enchanted lanterns, casting a soft glow over the pathways for guests who might wander outside.

As Adrian crossed the hall, several familiar faces within in his manor greeted him.

He eventually made his way to near the side of the hall. There stood Sophia and Eve, freshly dressed and radiant.

Sophia wore a flowing sapphire gown that complemented her striking features, her hair pinned back in an elegant twist.

Eve, in contrast, donned a sleek black dress with intricate silver patterns, her playful demeanor hidden beneath an air of dignified composure.

“Well, don’t you look dashing,” Sophia teased, her eyes flicking over Adrian’s suit with approval.

“And you both look stunning,” Adrian replied, his tone warm as he took a moment to appreciate them. “Are we ready for tonight?”

Eve rolled her eyes, though a faint blush crept up her cheeks. “We’ve been ready. You’re the one who’s been taking your time.”

Sophia nudged her, a sly grin on her lips. “Considering how busy we kept him earlier, I’d say he earned a little extra prep time.”

Adrian chuckled, shaking his head. “Let’s keep that between us, shall we?”

The trio shared a quiet laugh before Adrian turned his attention to the broader hall. “How are the Blackthorn siblings settling in?”

Sophia’s expression softened. “They seem impressed. Mother and the others are making sure they feel welcome. This alliance is important to both families.”

Adrian’s gaze swept across the hall as he absorbed Sophia’s words. Tonight wasn’t merely a celebration; it was a pivotal moment in solidifying the Everhart-Blackthorn alliance.

The entrance of Countess Mira Blackthorn and her younger sister, Lira, drew his attention. The sisters commanded the room effortlessly as they entered, their presence a striking blend of poise and grace.

Countess Mira wore a regal crimson gown adorned with intricate gold embroidery, the neckline modest but exuding authority.

Her hair was styled in a sophisticated chignon, allowing her sapphire earrings to catch the candlelight.

In contrast, Lira’s dress was a softer shade of lavender, accentuated with delicate silver lace along the hem and bodice.

The gown’s off-the-shoulder design revealed her slender neck, where a simple pendant rested, highlighting her youthful beauty.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft curls, giving her an air of innocence that belied the significance of her new role as Adrian’s fiancée.

“Ah, Countess Mira, Lira,” Adrian greeted, stepping forward with a warm smile. He took Mira’s hand briefly in his own and nodded respectfully before turning to Lira. “You honor us with your presence tonight.”

Mira inclined her head, her lips curving into a polite smile. “The honor is ours, Lord Everhart. Tonight marks the beginning of a prosperous future for both our families.”

Lira, slightly more reserved, offered a small smile. “Thank you for hosting such a beautiful banquet, Adrian.”

Before the conversation could continue, Isabella appeared by Adrian’s side, radiating warmth.

She wore a flowing emerald-green gown with intricate floral embroidery, her platinum blonde hair styled in loose waves.

The dress accentuated her elegant frame, while a jeweled tiara hinted at her status as the matriarch of the Everhart family.

Rosalyn followed close behind, her figure draped in a sleek navy-blue dress that shimmered faintly with every step.

Chris, meanwhile, stood a little further back, fidgeting slightly in her simple yet elegant silver dress. The gown’s understated design complemented her youthful features, and her wide eyes scanned the room with a mix of awe and nervous energy.

As the Everhart family and their two esteemed guests mingled, the atmosphere in the hall grew lively, a vibrant mix of conversations, laughter, and clinking glasses filling the air.

Adrian’s attention shifted briefly as he caught sight of a familiar figure weaving through the crowd with practiced ease—his personal maid, Christine.

Christine darted into the hall with boundless energy, her pale pink gown flaring as she twirled in excitement.

The dress shimmered faintly, dotted with tiny gems that caught the light, and her blonde hair was adorned with a matching ribbon.

Her wide eyes sparkled as she took in the beauty of the banquet hall and the elegantly dressed guests.

“Big brother!” Christine called out, running toward Adrian and clutching the hem of his sleeve when she reached him. She looked up at him with unabashed admiration. “You look so handsome! Like a real prince!”

Adrian laughed softly, crouching to her height. “And you, Christine, look like the most beautiful princess here tonight.”

Christine nodded eagerly, then leaned closer, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper.

“Big brother, the ladies are so pretty tonight! Miss Lira is so graceful—she looks like she stepped out of a painting! Are you really going to marry her as well? If so, can I call her big sister like with Big Sister Sophia and Eve?”