"Emily, can you stop holding me? I'm starting to sweat because you're clinging all the time." Louis loosened his bow tie.

Hearing the whisper, Emily pouted. Her hand was reluctant to let go of Louis' arm.

"I'm scared, Louis. We don't know who the criminal is. He could be near us." Her eyebrows hoped for pity.

"I know it, but we are with a lot of people here, and there are a lot of guards. What are you afraid of?"

Emily glanced around. All the waiters were lined up. Their faces were full ...