By the end of the meal, the chef comes in to serve dessert. It's necessary for his presence because Lotus had said it's 'unsophisticated' and 'the basics of respect' to show up.
The poor chef wipes his sweat before entering. He had to see his food being wasted again by this unruly concubine!
He slowly walks into the room with non-existent tears dripping down his cheeks. He really didn't want to look up at his poor food, but alas he must when he collects the plates and serves the dessert.
He reluctantly lifts his head like a wronged child. Looking down at the plates, he almost gasps.
The chef turns to the black haired girl, 'I've met my savior!'
He could barely contain his joy. His hands move quickly collecting the plates, placing the dessert. In hopes, he places the plate with a slightly larger amount in front of the 24th century foodie.
Then, he gives a polite bow and scurries out.
Violetta sets her sights on the dish in front of her. On top of the plate is a bowl and like traditional chinese desserts, it looks sort of like a soup.
'Fufufu, I can't wait for this brainless princess to start complaining. It would be outrageous for her to reject the country she needs to 'rule'!' Lotus sneers in her heart.
Unfortunately for Lotus, all that is on the foodie's mind is her reminiscence of the times she ate this, which was with her family and friends.
She looks down at the bowl in front of her before reaching to the spoon and placing it in her mouth.
'Ah, the sweet, savoury taste makes me want to eat more and more! I thought I was already full from the meal, but as they say, people have another stomach for dessert!'
Violetta savors the flavor in bliss and enjoys the harmony of the flavors.
Her opponent stares like a petrified statue, panicking, 'What? Why aren't you complaining? Complain! You peasant! Why are you ignoring me with that dumb smile on your face? Don't tell me… you actually enjoy this plain flavored dessert?!'
Lotus stares in disgust. Yes, she did not like this dessert at all. In her opinion, it isn't sweet enough. Her plan was to have the princess complain and storm off, then she'd have the maids clean up the bowls and go home victoriously. To think, this obnoxious princess dared to not follow the plan, entirely delinking the rest of her scheme and victory.
In a moment, Violetta finishes her dessert, cleaning the bowl to be almost spotless.
Finally, she looks over to Lotus's side. The blond haired concubine holds her fan in front of her face in deep thought, panicking.
"Sister~ will you be finishing that?" Violetta asks in a sweet yet annoying voice.
"Ha … I won't be finishing that, after all I need to keep my figure in shape unlike a certain someone," Lotus rebukes on the spot.
'Oho? You're trying to fight me?'
"Ah, I see. Good luck, sister! It's such a shame you can't enjoy food," then she glances down at her body figure.
Looking at her slim yet healthy figure really makes Lotus want to cough blood. However, the next stab is even more fatal.
"For some reason, no matter how much I eat, I'll never get fat," Violetta replies in a happy smile, "I guess I'm one of those rare people who can never get fat!"
At this point, all the women in the room felt like coughing up blood in jealousy.
"A-ahem, I will be taking my leave," Lotus stands up abruptly.
She really didn't want to hear any more of this princess's annoying and fatal comments.
Violetta smiles, walking her out the door.
After Lotus walks away from the vicinity, she starts to bite her nails, "How dare she!"
She feels really triggered that not only does her plans not affect the princess one bit, but she did not receive any information from coming here this time! And to top that all off, all her plans are foiled and the princess is so, so freaking annoying!
On the other hand, Violetta shuts the door, and can probably guess how annoyed Lotus is.
That night, as one slept dreaming soundly, another felt a nightmare creeping up.
The woman really couldn't take it, watching the dark pink colored eyes following her, haunting her in her dreams. The annoying voice that could retort anything she said.
At once, she breaks free and opens her eyes. The concubine feels herself drenched in sweat. Slowly, she gets up in a sitting position. Her blurry mind clears out, and she looks up in determination.
Her personal maid walks in the room when she hears the movements.
"What's wrong?"
The blond haired woman looks up at her maid.
With a sharp look in her blue eyes, she commands, "Arrange a meeting with my family."