"Ha-ha-ha… Y-yeah… What do I expect from you, Father? Y-you… you will always look down on, even your daughter…" Gista swallowed hard. Her throat felt bitter and sore.
"Enter the competition, right? A-alright… I-I'll enter the competition as you wish!" Gista turned and ran out of Cedric's study. She rubbed the tears that fell from her eyes.
Gista bit her lower lip tightly, holding back sobs so that no one would notice the sadness she was experiencing. "I-I will indeed enter the competition, Father. However, I'm not sure… whether I will win this competition or drop my name so as not to win the competition!"
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Without realizing it, the last day of registration finally arrived. On the last day of registration, it was no less crowded on the first day. Most likely because there are still doubts within the ladies whether or not to participate in the competition to select the Crown Princess.
