The duchess closed the beautiful black fan in her hand, her red lips were slightly pursed, the corners of her lips were pulled down, her brows furrowed, and she glanced displeasedly at the girl beside Fu Yue.

Such an expression obviously means annoying.

"Andrea, you have a lot of words. As a lady, how can you say this to your sister regardless of occasion? I can consider talking to the Duke about your renewal of etiquette class."

The Duchess has a distinct temperament.

For example now.

She clearly expressed her dislike for Andrea.

Andrea turned pale, she was very afraid of the Duke of White Rose, that serious and staid man, even if this man was her father in the sense of blood.

Even if she didn't feel angry anymore, Andrea was softened on the surface, and no longer jumped in front of Fu Yue. She stood beside the Duchess honestly, bit her lip slightly, and rolled her eyes at Fu Yue in secret. .

Fu Yue: "..."

Stupid.

The banquet officially began.

Two heavy and huge doors were opened. Looking from the outside to the inside, the first thing that catches your eye is a blanket extending to the center of the castle hall. It is painted with complicated patterns, with the elegance and luxury of the Middle Ages, and the color is dark blue. Mainly dark red, bright color.

Two rows of well-dressed servants were holding plates and standing inside the door. An old medieval gentleman with the appearance of a housekeeper, dressed in a dark and elegant tuxedo, bowed to the guests with one hand in front of his abdomen.

Pure and elegant English pronunciation, fluent vocabulary.

"Ladies and ladies, welcome to the birthday party of His Royal Highness Prince Charles..."

After the old gentleman finished speaking.

The guests took their seats one after another.

Fu Yue and her sisters naturally sat with the duchess, sitting closer to the main seat.

Fu Yue raised her eyes and glanced at the people in the hall.

Most of the eyes were blonde palace beauties, only she was black-haired, and Fu Yue could even feel her eyes falling on her from time to time, accompanied by low laughter.

Fu Yue didn't think anything.

She even turned her eyes slightly in that direction, and her white sharpened face pulled out an arc of a smile.

Girls over there: "..."

They laughed at this Cloya in the past, so why is her reaction completely different from before?

How could they think that in the same shell, the soul is already another completely different... a demon from hell.

Strong, indifferent, and extremely conceited.

Before, Cloya had always been inferior. Although she had always tried to pretend to be arrogant, what was hidden under the mask was a moment of inferiority and sensitivity.

But now Fu Yue has never felt such an inferiority complex.

To change to Fu Yue, she would definitely say.

"Huh? Inferiority complex? What the **** is that?"

The eyes fell on the beautiful face of the black-haired girl, and the eyes of the noble ladies coincidentally became a little more subtle.

Although Cloya was discriminated against because of this black hair, there is another reason, because she has superb beauty.

Different from the gorgeous and warm appearance of western women. Gloria's beauty is the kind of typical oriental superb beauty, exquisite and beautiful like a porcelain doll. It makes people feel that looking at her is a kind of blasphemous beauty.

The sound of the army boots landing, one by one, seemed to strike everyone's heartstrings.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like