Chapitre 629: 628. Foot-treaded grape wine_1

Aima realized she was at the center of a banquet.

She forgot which banquet it was, but it did not matter, as Aima had attended many banquets, and this was just another one.

Sitting on a chair with a glass of red wine in hand, Aima took a sip of the fragrant liquid and watched the dancing banquet guests, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

From a young age, Aima had been educated in affluence. Her father, Bronning, had inherited a part of the family business, and even before Aima was born, Bronning was already quite wealthy. Aima grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, never knowing what poverty was.