"I am not jealous!"
The girl's shout echoed in the small room of the fan club. However, the two other girls sitting at the table with some cups of tea looked at her while shaking their heads from one side to the other.
"I am not… it… it is true, I… I am just a bit frustrated, this is nothing, you don't have to worry…"
"Are you jealous?" One of the girls asked in a calm tone. She had already asked three times.
"N… no, I… am not," the girl walked from one side of the room to the other with her head nodding and shaking continuously. "Yes… I am just frustrated… that handsome idiot is only a noble of some little country without a brain. He is an idiot. That is why I am frustrated… not that I am jealous."
"Are you sure?"
"It is true, Princess Anne," the chocolate-haired girl with a bright red ribbon kneeled in front of her idol and nodded, "yes, I am sure, I am not… jealous."
