This was the first invitation I had received since I entered the palace. The invitation came from my nominal rival in love. It's from Catherine, the Prince's ex-fiancee.
"Sis, are you going to see her?" Vivian cocked her head. She also saw the struggle on my face.
How could I not struggle?
At the party, Catherine's defiant smile and the implied words still haunt me. I lowered my eyes and remembered that she was wearing a red dress similar to mine, but with a completely different aura, proud and arrogant.
"Miss, I don't think it's a good idea to turn down an invitation. You'll have to deal with them in the future," Susana said calmly, standing aside. She probably saw my hesitation too, so she suggested it directly.
I was silent for a moment. What Kral said to me that day in the lake suddenly crossed my mind.
‘Everyone will treat you according to your strength. You must prove yourself worthy of the Queen's Crown.’
