THE glittering chandeliers almost made Emmy squint. She and her father just entered the mansion. They hadn't even taken 20 steps when a lot of other nobles – particularly those lower ones that didn't have much power, surrounded them. All trying to get the favor of the powerful Duke Grimaldi.
It was the first round of greeting she had to endure. She smiled perfectly and behanded as she should. Just like how her father wanted her to.
Once they got out of that encirclement, a man approached them.
He had long platinum blond hair that was tied in a simple ponytail behind his back. His pair of brilliant green eyes were bent into crescents. He was wearing a silver tuxedo that perfectly outlined his tall and lean body. His face was the type that young women go crazy for – that handsome, princely type.
Without even asking, Emmy already knew who he was.
