Chapter 12

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“I thought it was like that because you wore white clothes all the time over fine things. It’s okay. If I had that stupidly large sleeves made popular by that stupid Third Princess, I’d refund them all.”

The Third Princess who could speak up to four languages couldn’t be stupid. However, the over-trend sleeves these days did look a little stupid. Abigail agreed with that. Still, Rakiel, who dared to demean both, was somehow funny, so Abigail laughed briefly.

“I have to pay the Baroness more.”

“The Baroness said it was a gift.”

“That woman? Why?”

She was a kind and friendly woman. Abigail paused for a moment because Rakiel seemed didn’t understand and kept wondering about the word ‘gift’. She soon uttered a word.

“…pity. It must be that. ”

A pity for the poor Princess who had never been able to wear such a dress in her lifetime.

Looking sideways toward the mirror again, she saw the woman’s profile earlier. Abigail, who looked at the mirror with a little expressionlessness for a while, soon turned away from the mirror.

As the sun had already set, the white room filled with the glow of the sunset. A meaningless gaze floated over the objects in the room with the sunset.

Abigail looked around the room one after another, just like the day she first came to this room. She moved slowly, wandering around, and smiled a little bitterly.

Abigail, no, Violetta, had finally realized.

The ground that stood over with colorful shoes was as dangerous as ice. She walked carefully on the ice and got closer to him.

Like the prince in medieval comedy, he gently lifted his lips and reached out with exaggerated elegance as he said, “My Lady?”

It was the official language of short and luxurious pronunciation and was the most famous theatrical line in the world.

Violetta smiled and held his hand with learned elegance without a single error.

“My Lord.”