Prisoner's Conviction (Yandere Detective x Reader x Yandere Heirs)

Chapter 26: Chauvinism, Classism, Criticism

(Y/n) never did find out what it was that caused her to shiver, and in fact, perhaps because of the trauma, she completely forgot what transpired the previous night. The last thing she remembered was eating dinner with Hotaka and his family. What she had forgotten was the way he panicked and stumbled over his own two feet to get her to safety. She also didn't see the eyes of protectiveness he had, something unusual and yet true nonetheless. The tight arms around her form, his focused gaze, it was all a bit too similar to something she knew well. Though, when she had lost all recollection of it, it was no use warning her.

Instead, she continued as though nothing happened whatsoever. In fact, she was far more focused on attending the tea party she was invited to. She found it so important, in fact, that she even skipped her classes for the day. Of course, her curious mind absolutely adored learning and being in an academic environment, but her strong desire to repay Shota was what led her to give it such weight. Learning noble social rules and etiquette was important, especially if she planned on actually becoming his fiancee. This was true even though the matter was not yet settled or confirmed.

The red-haired male's grandfather even came to greet her in the morning, presenting to her the dress the host of the tea party sent her. From the man's words, Lady Sallana Wiunerona was a young and beautiful young lady who was not only wealthy but humble as well. (Y/n) believed it, seeming as she had been so generous to provide such a beautiful outfit. Helped by a few maids, she was laced up in the adornment, her hair done professionally. It was something that felt quite new to her form, but it wasn't necessarily unwelcome. Rather, she felt as though she was some kind of princess.

Smothered with compliments and attention, the (h/c) haired girl became the talk of the estate, many attempting to prepare her for the day ahead. Even at breakfast, Nami spoke positively about her appearance, stating that no one in their right mind would have called her a commoner. Her grandfather agreed wholeheartedly, noting that the Lady Wiurnerona had exquisite taste. Humbled by the praise, (Y/n) blushed, attempting to sneak a gaze at Shota who had yet to say anything.

She wondered if he thought in much the same way as everyone else or if they were purely empty words. Yet, no matter how many times she tried to attract his attention, he gave a blank gaze as though he was still asleep. When she asked if he could pass the salt, he simply waved a nearby servant to do it and when she reached out to touch his cheek, he pulled away. Pushing his meal away, he silently left the dining room with an unreadable expression. In response, she clutched at her dress and attempted to suppress the feelings of insecurity within her.

Wordlessly, she waited out the rest of the remaining time reading. It helped her put her mind at ease and ease her nerves, but before she knew it, the time had come for her to leave. Okura extended his hand for her to step into the limousine, the car freshly shined and painted as to convey great wealth. She sat quietly in the backseat while the ginger-haired male sat across from her, listening to the pleasant music that played the entire ride.

When they arrived, the (h/c) haired girl noted the large mansion that stood before her. It was just as pristine as Shota's estate, but it was nowhere near as large or elegant. She supposed that was due to the lengthy lineage the red-haired male hailed from. Despite the fact that there was clearly a large amount of money in the manor before her, it was nothing compared to his. It was rather astonishing.

Okura stepped out of the car rolling into the front area of the estate. In front of the ladies that lined up there to greet her, she was helped out of the car, the noble ladies smiling cheerfully. At the front of the pack was a young woman with curly black hair and almost concerningly pale skin. She looked like a porcelain doll, her hair perfectly in place without so much as a wrinkle on her luxurious scarlet clothes or a scratch on her elaborate jewelry. In some ways, it was beautiful. In others, it was a bit off-putting.