Sarang's POV
Likewise two weeks passed by, I still could not find a single evidence of Louis's evil deeds.
Now lady Rosela's ball is the only hope for me.
As I looked myself, I could no more recognize myself. Is it really the same person, who is always immersed in a heap of books. Dressing and stylings were always the least bothered topic for me.
This gleaming pearl necklace which is complimenting my soft metal grey locks. This cheeks which looks blushed due to the blush Liliac applied on my cheeks forcefully by saying, " Aah, milady! If not now, then when? " and this lips dipped in the honey gloss.
My eyes are shimmering as she is applying the diamond cut eyeshadow slowly but gracefully.
She is also makeing me wear a tight corset to show my slender waist beacause below this waist everything will be covered by layers and layers of clothes from that round gown. This dress somehow makes me feel like a princess of a faraway place.
Now that I look myself in the mirror, it is not that bad to dress up now and then.
I entered the ball fashionably late. The refined art of being just late enough (five minutes or so) to give the impression that you are a busy, popular person that was held up with other business.
I could clearly feel the ladies eyes checking on my dress and this somehow made me feel conscious.
Just when I was starting to feel nervous, Gabrielle rushed towards me.
" Oh my! Sarang! You look so beautiful tonight. "
Her eyes... They were gleaming. From that pure smile she was smiling, I knew the compliment was from the bottom of her heart.
Gabrielle and I are childhood friends. She is also the only friend I possess. Her full name is Gabrielle Rubie Meadow.
" Hey. ", I checked with my eyes, if anyone was nearby and could listen to our talks.
" Have you seen Sir Louis? "
" You mean that son of the count with beautiful golden hair and sweet smile ? ๐ฅด", she knocked her with her elbow.
" Geez. Stop it and tell me ๐ฌ. "
"I think he is with the gents. You know this gents! Always talking about business ๐. But do not tell me, you are in love with him? ๐คญ๐"
" Hell no. Just wanted to know and that's all. "
" Oh yes yes. "
She then took me with her to the group of other ladies.
I greeted them gently.
" I have never seen you. Are you a commoner? You know these days, some Noblemen marry commoners just for their beauties since the law passed that a commoner can marry a noble. ", said Countess Merrie covering half of her face.
Countess Merrie is known for her grumpiness so I did not try to provoke. Instead I smiled and replied, " I am Sarang Jennie de Obelia. Daughter of Baron de Obelia. Countess Rosela is my mother's close friend."
" You mean Jennifer? Oh my! She told me about you a lot of times but my goodness. She never told me that her daughter is such a beauty. "
" Haha. "
These ladies were very shallow minded. You are pretty if you have noble blood - it is what they used to think.
Just when I was about to come out from that circle, a young lady about seventeen years old approached me.
" Who is the designer of your cloth ? "
She said that in pretty rudely tone. I would have given her the name, but why should I?
And then when I was going to give a reply, I froze. I froze as I those crimson red eyes.
The man with broad shoulders, and black suit.
Those damn crimson eyes.
And then our eyes met.
You what it means when a lady stares at a gentleman in a ball like this.
And that's how Sarang screwed herself ๐.
Bye guys.
Guess it's the end.
To be continued ~