Olivia tried her best to make her emotions not show through her face. There was no smoke without fire. Adele must have found out something. Olivia's gray eyes looked as though a tornado storm was about to happen inside it.
Her lips trembled as she tried her best to wear her smile.
She was not aware that Adele was watching her every expression. Infact, a subtle smirk appeared on the Consort's face. She was here to cause trouble in Olivia's heart no doubt.
Beside, since Madeline was her relative, she was going to do the best she could to help her. She too, like Madeline did not like Olivia.
Her hatred for the girl sprouted ever since she was born. One reason was because she was a perfect sculpture of her mother. Queen Vanessa... the thought of that woman always made her insides boil.
Good thing, she ceased existing three days after her daughter's birth.
"I apologize if what I said sounded inappropriate to you, Olivia." She was still graceful, wearing a smile that made her look less like a villain.
That was what irked Olivia the most. She wanted the woman to tear her mask off her face, and reveal her true self. What's worse, her actions were slyer than that of Madeline's.
"Oh, there's no problem about it. I would not mind if you share these tips." Her gray eyes twinkled as they focused on Adele's brown eyes.
The consort could not find her voice any longer. That look Olivia was sending reminded her of Vanessa. The Queen had a fierce attitude toward people who tried to bring her down.
Looking at Olivia made her recall Vanessa and she hated it so much. It felt as though Olivia had made her wordless just by staring at her in the eyes. She suddenly felt weak while beads of tears covered her forehead.
That intensive stare alone... was one of the things she never liked about Olivia's mother.
"Your highness?" Olivia tore her gaze from Adele and looked to her side. The maid who called out her name had bowed hurriedly before speaking in haste.
"It is time." The girl said and rushed out of the chamber.
Olivia raised a brow before returning her gaze to Adele who had maintained her charm and delicate expression.
"It seems we'll be able to talk about those tips when I finally visit. Do take care of yourself, Third Consort." A knowing smile was sent to Adele whose expression had started to turn crimson. Veins were almost protruding out of her forehead.
Olivia stood up with inborn charisma and turned toward the door. She didn't even bother asking the consort to accompany her for the procession. A smile was on her face as she replayed the look Adele wore.
She was taking strides that were lithe and fluid, leaving the consort brewing in anger.
No sooner had Olivia walked out that she heard a frustrated scream and the crashing of glassware. She stopped on her steps and wanted to turn around but remained on that position.
She chuckled internally, feeling good that she never had to beat herself up for the way she had been rubbed on the face. At least she got to annoy people who gave her the vibe first.
As she drew closer to the cathedral without no one accompanying her, she gritted her teeth as she thought. 'I'll be getting married to that cheating scumbag in some minutes...'
Her palms grew sweaty and she clutched her gown tight. Every step she took to the cathedral's door grew heavier. At this point, she wanted to run away. But, could she do it?
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He casted a blank look toward the audience who were sitted on the pews. The Dukes and Lords were all seated in pews assigned to them. The King was very well sitted at the front, opposite his father's.
The man looked like he was going to leave existence any minute. Reginald scoffed inwardly because he thought the princess wasn't remorseful. With the way her father's health was, she was still being mean.
Her attitude might even cause her father buried earlier than expected, he thought.
The smooth sounds coming from the pianist, allowed other instruments to join in. It signified the beginning of the procession.
The two large wine doors were pulled open and it revealed the Princess standing in front of it. She held no bouquet of flowers, looking like a dangerous rose herself.
Her head which was cast down lifted up slowly, and the gaze of those gray eyes of hers sent electrocuted him to the core. Reginald started to question himself on what he was currently feeling. This was because he had never experienced this before.
What was weirder was the fact that even though the Princess didn't look happy at their wedding, she still stood out. And what was with the dress she wore?
Was that supposed to be right?
As Olivia took a step, walking by the red carpet, she heard the murmurs of everyone in the hall. Her eyes grew more unfeeling as she tried to block their mutterings from her mind.
Her eyes had caught Madeline who wore a smirk on her face. She was here!?!? Oh... the urge to...
She tore her gaze to the gorgeous man who never took his eyes away from her. Olivia frowned thinking he was probably doing this because she was approaching him and in the presence of everyone.
Her eyes were glued to his and she wondered why she never looked away. Had he always been this good-looking? Her eyes studied his long hair that was packed as an half updo, while he was rocking a regal outfit that made him look princely.
Good-looking or not, that was not going to change the fact that he was a scumbag! She had screamed in her head as soon as she started to mount the little stairs that led to the pulpit.
The orchestral stopped playing the music and the hall was a little silent. Of course, the people were still murmuring.
All the murmurings faded because the closer she got, the more she drowned in the pool of his dark eyes.
"Why is she wearing a gown of that color? Does it mean she isn't pure?"
The words said were like ice water splashed on her head. The look in the Princess's eyes changed immediately.