Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

The long eyelashes trembled slightly uneasily, causing the thin veil to sway slightly.

Coupled with the fair skin that does not know what the sun is, it is extremely fragile. .There is a special charm between maturity and youth.

Doris's eyebrows were curved and she tapped the side of her face with her index finger. She was in a good mood when she saw the beauty. She explained briskly,

"You look like a cat, and you didn't tell me your name, so that's just the way it is."

"...?"

Grace frowned tightly, and everyone's gaze was as dazzling as a flashlight, but in order to avoid the sight, she could only deliberately move herself parallel to Doris' pace.

I don't understand why Doris is so enthusiastic about him.

Grace easily pulled out the wrist of her right hand. Fortunately, Doris did not hold her injured left hand. She frowned like a cat with its limbs full of vigilance and growled, and stared at her with cold eyes.

"Miss Doris, you have to make it clear that your current behavior is no different from Mr. Edward."

"Um……?"

Doris didn't pay much attention to the arrogant kitten. She shrugged her shoulders and covered her mouth with a smile, and her movements were full of the amorous feelings of a mature woman.

But she didn't seem to have a clear understanding of her position, so she said without changing her expression,

"Have it?"

Confidence overflows from the smile, and the general trust reaches the extreme!

Grace just looked at her with a straight face.

She seemed to notice Grace's nervousness and deliberately brought Grace to the huge oil painting in the center of the hall.

The founding emperor Reinhardt, riding a silver-white horse in the painting, seems to have become a witness to the two's tryst.

Doris used her curvy figure to cover Grace's figure. From a distance, Avro could only see a fused outline.

Everyone fell on them, like a newlywed couple being blessed by everyone.

was preempted...

It's not just about being beaten first... it's the feeling of disappointment that something you expected was shattered before your eyes.

Avro felt a little inexplicably depressed.

She knew it was jealousy and knew she shouldn't say anything at the moment, but she couldn't help it.

This emotion comes with the instinct of love and turns into an extreme lead. You will not only fall into the sweetness of love, but also bear its shackles.

Anger turned into thumping steps, Afro deliberately stepped the small heels on his feet on the wooden board to make some noticeable noise.

But at a noisy banquet, how could one notice a trivial noise.

Avro passed through Grace in one breath, then arched her waist and slapped her palm fiercely on the wine table with another breath, and finally drank all the wine in the goblet in anger.

"Ha...Grace, you idiot!"

Avro gritted his teeth and turned back with resentment. He gripped the goblet tightly with his slender knuckles, with enough strength to break the neck of the goblet.

hateful! ...Why don't you even look at it?

The girl's face turned red for a while, as if she had gotten into a fight with someone, and she picked up another glass of red wine.

While drinking with a red face, he pinched the neck of the goblet and stared at Doris's back like a wraith.

Still chatting!It’s not over yet!

Avro couldn't help but lightly kicked the table leg, causing the wine table filled with goblets to shake slightly.

She had no place to vent her anger, so she felt that only alcohol could suppress this dryness. So, between toasts, Avro started drinking like a pig without restraint.

……

Grace looked at Doris in front of her inexplicably, who was acting out of common sense.

What is inconsistent with her stunning appearance is that her acting style is too chaotic, just like an invisible wind that cannot be grasped, making it impossible to guess her next move.

Doris held her hands in her arms, smiled and arched her eyebrows, like a bad woman who wanted to lead an unscrupulous girl to fall. She curled her long silver hair and asked,

"Ah...forgot, I don't know your name yet? Otherwise I would have to call you Miss Cat."

"..."

Her brows furrowed, and her cautious character prevented Grace from simply talking to Doris.

What is it that makes Doris pester her like this?Is there any other purpose?

Or does she know herself?not understand.

Seeing that Grace was silent for a long time, Doris let out a faint sigh and blinked her affectionate eyes.

"Are you angry? Then I'll apologize to you...?"

At the very least, the name can still be told, a pseudonym of course.

Grace leaned against the wall, raised her head slightly, looked into Doris's eyes, and said her name.

"Aisha."

"Hmm... Aisha? Is it really a name? Just wait here."

The casual Doris muttered to herself like the unpredictable wind, then she suddenly turned back and headed towards Carta amid the surprise of the crowd.

What do you mean?

But the goat-bearded magician's eyes once again fell on him with burning eyes, and Avro had no idea where he had slipped away...

Grace stood alone under the raised horse hooves of the oil painting, but it was like a sword of Damocles hanging above her head that might fall at any time.

Miss Doris said "Borrow it, thank you" to Carta who was full of surprises.

Then, regardless of everyone's falling eyes, like a mad woman, she forcefully snatched away the roses that Carta had prepared in the hands of the attendants.

Halfway through, I felt that the rose in my hand was too vulgar, so I frowned and threw it on the red carpet.

Finally, among the bouquets of flowers that filled the banquet table, half of a reddish tulip was folded and placed in his arms with satisfaction, and came to Grace.

Beautiful and maverick, she inserted the beautiful flowers into Grace's bun, and raised her hand slowly and tenderly like a lover.

"I sincerely apologize to you for my overly enthusiastic and egotistical behavior just now. Now, do we want to dance together?"

? ? ? ?

Grace's eyes widened in astonishment, like a nimble kitten dodging,

"What are you doing? Is it any different from just now?"

The lively behavior was replaced by a doting laughter. Doris held her elbows, put the reddish tulips on her cheeks that were more delicate and beautiful than flowers, and said plausibly,

"It's different. According to what you said...this is a sincere invitation. The previous one was an ordinary invitation."

"Wait a moment……"

Grace raised her palms seriously. She didn't quite understand the current situation.

"What are you going to do?"

It's like a bad playboy approach, but it's also subtly funny.

"If you don't want it, forget it."

Doris was frank and free-spirited to the extreme, and she never seemed to have any doubts about her beauty.

She conveniently inserted the tulips still dripping with dew into her bun, which was as silver as moonlight, and once again covered the towering snow peaks with great feminine charm. Doris stretched out her inviting arms,

"Miss Aisha, we're just dancing together as you see. If you don't like it, I will leave~ Don't you want to give it a try?"

Her gorgeous face is like one of those femme fatales in TV dramas, and her every move seems to reveal an unexplainable evil plot.

Grace didn't believe Doris's words at all, but being a gambler by nature, she decided to mediate with Doris for a while.

After all, the reason why I didn't choose Doris in the first place was that the banquet lasted so long... If I had the chance, I would definitely explore Doris' depth.

The business world is sometimes no different from the gambling world, it just depends on who has the courage to mortgage everything.

The goat-bearded magician is like a bomb without a time mark, crossing itself from time to time.

In Doris's special capacity, Karta would not do anything to herself.

So the soft, slender palms wrapped in white silk gloves accepted Doris's invitation.

"What's wrong, are you going to accept it again?"

Doris's shallow smile bloomed like the spring breeze in March, and her soft voice was as crisp as a morning bird without any sharpness.

And the overly familiar body quietly narrowed the distance between the two to an intimate distance of forty centimeters.

Still not used to the overly eager approach of others, Grace's body was instinctively nervous. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said coldly,

"Let's dance together for now."

Arm against arm, Doris asked softly with a beautiful voice and an almost flirtatious tone,

"Hmm...? Are you afraid of being exposed?"

"you……"

Grace's pupils shrank in panic, and she subconsciously looked up at her.

"That's right,"

The unquestionable confidence was revealed in every move of Doris from beginning to end. She raised her eyebrows in a showy way,

"It's an illusion, I know it."

she knows?

Grace's eyebrows twitched subconsciously.

But from the beginning to the end, Doris maintained an ambiguous attitude towards herself, and seemed to not know her original self, so the danger was not as great as Carta's.

So don't worry too much.

"I don't know the reason, but Miss Elsa under the illusion is very cute, and I admire it very much."

After saying that, Doris's eyes moved affectionately, as if she was saying "I like it very much" as a confession.

Thanks to Avro's love words, no, even if it wasn't Avro's love words, Grace was immune to it.

She put away the embarrassment calmly, smiled softly, and said politely, "Thank you."

The greatest dignity among adults is to see through things without telling them.

Since Doris didn't ask, let the matter remain a secret between the two of them.

The dance floor area is not too far away, so we arrived quickly while chatting.

For some reason, Karta's eyes were locked on him like a camera, and his murderous hatred was palpable.

That's not right... I am now in the form of a genjutsu.

In order to confirm that Nora was near her, Grace glanced back again. Nora, who was wearing a witch maid costume, still followed her within ten meters like an ice sculpture, never leaving from the beginning to the end.

It's just a pity...Aphro still hasn't been found...

Where is she hiding?

Amidst the melodious sounds of the piano and organ, the calm and soothing performance gradually softened, as if it was preparing for the climax. Doris chose a less conspicuous corner to dance with.

But even so, as the proud daughter of heaven, she still cannot escape the attention of everyone.

Doris was used to this kind of thing, she didn't care, like a free bird, she actively put her other hand on Grace's back.

Maybe it's because the beauty's palms are different, or maybe the upper side of the lower back is a sensitive area.

Just a slight touch, and an unusual electric current flowed through her, as if deliberately teasing her. Grace endured the discomfort.

"Can you dance?"

From the close distance, you can clearly smell the warm rose fragrance on the other person's body, coupled with the gentle concern in your ears, if it were anyone else, you would be immersed in the land of tenderness.

But Grace only felt a strange awkwardness.

Don't want contact.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, Grace suppressed her physical disgust and said reluctantly,

"not good at."

As a chaebol lady, Grace had received waltz lessons before, but as a different world, the dance steps would inevitably be different.