Elizebeth relatively entered the mansion with the duchess and the countess holding her hands like a preschool kid guarded by her bodyguards. The Countess fumbled her fingers as if she was precious while the duchess was a trembling mess.
Her smiling face wasn't actually smiling. Deep down, she was praying hard for everyone present. Hope the princess's anger wasn't that big of a deal, although she knew it was a futile thought.
The princess was obviously seethed in anger underneath the layer of those crescent moon eyes and an angelic grin on the face.
"Please taste the watermelon fruit we obtained from the nobles. They were swarming around me after I told the duke to visit my humble abode." Count Jay passed the cut watermelon to Tita, Janet, and Elizebeth himself.
He held the highest regard toward the ducal family and the mistress. It was the act of the subject who was ready to obey and follow the duke.
