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Chapter X

The whole room went quiet. The creatures had all stopped dancing, and even the orchestra had come to a halt.

All of the attention was on us.

"How could you embarrass me like this!?" Irene demands.

Taehyung frowns in confusion. "Embarrass you? What are you talking about?"

Her voice shrieks. "You know this was our engagement party, and yet you still brought your blood servant! How dare you!?"

I hear gasps at the mention of the word blood servant. The sounds made me want to cower behind Taehyung's frame and stay there for the duration of the night.

"Do you know how stupid you've made me look tonight, Taehyung?" Irene whimpers. "And to do it in front of my family and our close friends? How could you? I thought you were better than that."

"I had no idea about this." Taehyung states.

"How could you not!? Our parents have been planning this evening for months." She grits out.

"I thought I made myself clear about not ever wanting to marry." Taehyung snarls.

Her eyebrow rises. "And that's your decision, is it?"

Taehyung sighs. "Look, I didn't even know this was our engagement party. If I had known, maybe things would have been different."

"Do not try to save yourself from this. You have hurt me enough already tonight."

"Is that so?" Taehyung's voice rises. "You see, none of this would have happened if you'd just listen to me the first time, but you never do. I've told you numerous times that I do not wish to marry you or anyone else for that matter."

She scoffs. "Whether we decided to marry or not, it's not our choice. And right now, you have a very pissed off fiancé."

"Irene." Taehyung trails off.

Irene turns to me, snatches the champagne flute out of my hands and throws the contents in my face. "Stay away from him, slave or I'll kill you."

With one hurtful glance towards Taehyung, she storms off.

I watch her with a look of disdain on my face because it wasn't her that looked stupid or pathetic.

It was I.

How I wished Taehyung had read the invitation instead of ripping it into shreds. None of this would have happened.

I move my attention back to Jimin to see him draining the contents of his drink and sigh. "Well, that went better than I expected."

What on earth did he expect to happen?

Taehyung ignored him, takes a red handkerchief out of his suit pocket and hands it to me. "Here."

Without a word, I take it from him and begin dabbing it on the skin of my face, my makeup coming off from the process. No doubt I looked like disgrace.

Jimin roams his eyes all over me and tuts. "It's a shame about that dress, slave. Before it became ruined, I thought you looked rather dashing, but now you just looked like a soaked rat."

I gasp at his hurtful words.

"Jimin..." Taehyung warns.

He's cut off by the faerie. "In the future, just apologise because it makes my job a hell of a lot easier when you do." Jimin huffs and saunters away in the same direction Irene went.