Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

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

Plus, her fair skin, which has never seen the sun, is extremely fragile. She has a special charm that is between maturity and immaturity.

Doris's eyebrows curved, and she gently tapped her cheek with her index finger. She felt very happy when she saw the beauty. She explained lightly,

"You look a lot like a cat, and you didn't tell me your name, so this is the only way I can tell."

"...?"

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

I have no idea why Doris is so passionate about me.

Grace easily pulled her right wrist free. She was thankful that Doris didn't hold her injured left hand. She frowned like a cat with its limbs bent and full of vigilance and growling, and stared at her fiercely with cold eyes.

"Miss Doris, you have to understand that your current behavior is no different from Mr. Edward's."

"Um……?"

Doris didn't care about the kitten's aggressive behavior. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled, her every move showing the charm of a mature woman.

But she seemed to have no clear understanding of her own position, and said calmly,

"Have it?"

Confidence emanates from the smile, and Pu Xin has reached his peak!

Grace just looked at her with a straight face.

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

The founding emperor Reinhard riding a silver-white horse in the painting seemed to be a witness to the couple's tryst.

Doris blocked Grace's figure with her curvy figure, and from a distance, Afro could only see a merged outline.

Everyone fell on them, as if they were a newlywed couple being blessed by everyone.

Got preempted...

It's not just about being overtaken...it's a feeling of disappointment when something you were looking forward to is shattered right before your eyes.

Afro felt inexplicably depressed and uncomfortable.

She knew it was jealousy, and she 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 fuse. One will fall into the sweetness of love, but will also bear its shackles.

Anger turned into heavy footsteps, and Afro deliberately stepped on the wooden board with her high heels to make some attention-grabbing noises.

But at a noisy banquet, how could anyone notice a tiny noise?

Afro passed through Grace in one breath, then bent over and angrily slapped the table fiercely, and finally gulped down the wine in the goblet in a huff.

"Ha...Grace, you idiot!"

Afro gritted his teeth and turned back with resentment, his slender knuckles tightly grasping the goblet, as if he could break the neck of the cup horizontally.

Damn it! ...Why didn’t you even take a look!

The girl's face turned blue and red, as if she had a quarrel with someone, and she picked up a glass of red wine.

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

Still chatting! When will it end?

Afro couldn't help but kick the table leg gently, causing the table piled with wine glasses to shake slightly.

She had no place to vent her anger, and felt that only alcohol could suppress her restlessness. So, while raising her glass, Afro began to drink like a pig without restraint.

……

Grace looked at Doris in confusion, who was not playing by the rules.

In contrast to her stunning appearance, her chaotic behavior is like an invisible and elusive wind, making it impossible to guess her next move.

Doris, with her arms folded, smiled and curved her eyebrows, like a bad woman who wanted to lead an unscrupulous girl to fall. She curled her long silver hair and asked,

"Ah... I forgot. I don't know your name yet. Otherwise I can only call you Miss Cat."

"..."

Grace frowned, her cautious personality prevented her from simply talking to Doris.

What on earth made Doris cling to him like this? Was there any other purpose?

Or does she know herself? I don't understand.

Seeing Grace was silent for a long time, Doris sighed faintly, and her affectionate eyes blinked.

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

At least, the name can be told, of course it is a pseudonym.

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

"Elsa."

"Hmm... Aisha? What a name. You wait here for a moment."

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

What do you mean?

But the goat-bearded magician's scorching gaze fell on him again, and Afro had already disappeared without a trace...

Grace stood alone under the raised horse hooves in the oil painting, as if a sword of Damocles was hanging over her head that might fall at any time.

Miss Doris said to Carta, who was full of surprise, "Lend me some money, thank you."

Then, without paying any attention to the falling eyeballs in the crowd, she snatched the rose flower that Karta had prepared for the servant like a mad woman.

Halfway through the walk, she felt that the rose in her hand was too tacky, frowned, and threw it on the red carpet.

Finally, he picked out half a pink tulip from the bouquets of flowers that filled the banquet table, put it in his arms with satisfaction, and came to Grace.

Beautiful and unique, she was about to insert the beautiful flowers into Grace's crown bun, and raised her hand slowly and gently like a lover.

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

? ? ? ?

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

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

The lively behavior was replaced by an indulgent laugh. Doris held her elbows, with a slightly red tulip against her cheek, which was more beautiful than the flower, and said confidently,

"It's different. According to what you said... this is a sincere invitation, while the previous ones were just ordinary invitations."

"Wait a moment……"

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

"What on earth are you going to do?"

It was like some kind of cheap playboy-like pick-up, but also subtly funny.

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

Doris was extremely straightforward and free-spirited, and she seemed to have never doubted her beauty.

She inserted the tulips dripping with dew into her silvery white hair, and once again covered her towering snow-capped peaks, which were full of feminine charm. Doris extended her arms in invitation.

"Ms. Elsa, we're just dancing together as you can see. If you don't like it, I'll leave~ Don't you want to try?"

Her gorgeous face resembles those stunningly beautiful femme fatales in TV dramas, and her every move seems to reveal an unspeakable evil plot.

Grace didn't believe what Doris said at all, but as 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 beginning was that the banquet was so short… If I had the chance, I would definitely test Doris’s abilities.

Sometimes the business world is no different from a gambling world; it all depends on who has the courage to mortgage everything.

The goat-bearded magician was like a bomb without a time marker, scratching himself from time to time.

Given Doris's special status, Karta would not do anything to her.

So, the soft, slender hand wrapped in a white silk glove accepted Doris' invitation.

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

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

And her overly familiar body quietly shortened the distance between the two of them to an intimate distance of 40 centimeters.

Not quite used to other people's overly enthusiastic approach, Grace's body instinctively tensed up. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said coldly,

"Let's dance together for now."

Arm to arm, Doris asked softly in a pleasant voice and 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,"

Unquestionable confidence was revealed in Doris' every move from beginning to end. She raised her eyebrows ostentatiously.

"It's an illusion, I know."

she knows?

Grace's eyebrows jumped subconsciously.

But from the beginning to the end, Doris maintained an ambiguous and self-centered attitude, and seemed not to know her original self, so she was not as dangerous as Carta.

So don't worry too much.

"I don't know why, but Miss Aisha is very cute under the illusion. I admire her."

After saying this, Doris's sparkling eyes moved affectionately, as if she was saying - "I like it very much".

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

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

The greatest decency between adults is to see through things but not speak them out.

Since Doris didn't ask, let's keep this a secret between the two of us.

The dance floor area wasn't too far away, so we arrived there quickly while chatting.

For some reason, Karta's eyes were fixed on him like a camera, and the murderous hatred in them was evident in his words.

That's not right... I am in the form of an illusion now.

To confirm that Nora was nearby, Grace looked back again. Nora, dressed in a witch maid costume, was still following her within ten meters like an ice sculpture, and never left from beginning to end.

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

Where is she hiding?

Amid the melodious piano and organ sounds, the calm and soothing performance gradually slowed down, as if building up to the climax. Doris chose an inconspicuous corner to dance with the audience.

But even so, as a child of destiny, she still couldn't escape the attention of everyone.

This kind of thing was common to Doris. She didn't care at all. Like a free bird, she put her other hand on Grace's back.

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

Just a slight contact, but it sent an unusual electric current through her, as if it was a deliberate teasing. Grace endured the discomfort.

"Can you dance?"

The intimate distance allows you to clearly smell the warm rose scent on each other, and coupled with the gentle concern in your ears, anyone would be immersed in this gentle land.

But Grace only felt a strange awkwardness.

Don't want contact.

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

"not good at."

As a chaebol lady, Grace had received waltz lessons before, but as she was in another world, the dance steps were inevitably different.