PBPGD

CHAPTER 32

Lia felt the iced tea that she drunk in order to relax while being instructed by the Chief Deputy.

The worst situation is unfolding in front of her.

She badly hoped that the man that is with Marilyn Selby wasn't the young Duke
Claude. No, she sincerely wished that what she's seeing is wrong.

However, her winding thought was shattered with the sound of him putting
down the teacup.

"You really look funny. Dressed up as a woman, ha Canillian."

With such a tone, Claude Del Ilhar who speak was right.

He looked at her, as she slowly sweeps her damp bangs. On a rainy day, her appearance is reSected in his blue eyes resembling that of a water.

At that, Canillia let out a deep sigh and calmly smiled. "I apologize for making you laugh, Your Highness."

Lia took a step in a fairly conKdent manner. Claude's face hardened even more, but he's no longer sarcastic.

It was more embarrassing that she have thought showing up as a woman in front of others. Especially because of Marilyn Selby's persistent gaze, and hasn't spoken anything for a while.

"I'm embarrassed to be shown like this in front of a beautiful lady."

As if she had been waiting, Marilyn responded to what Canillia brought up to
evoke such an awkward atmosphere.

"...Sir Canillian, the Imperial Sower may not be Princess Rosina. Such beauty."

Marilyn smiled and continue, covering her mouth with a strange expression.

"By the way, why is it the same color? I deKnitely instructed to prepare a
honey-colored wig."

"It stands out too much. I didn't expect for a long hair would be so glamorous. It's a bit less embarrassing with this one..."

"Hmm, that's true."

Looking through Canillia with a speculative look, Marilyn raised her hand and a servant approached with a silver tray. On the silver tray, a choker that would accesorize the neck was placed. At the center of the choker, there was an emerald that was the same material as the dress, and of Lia's eyes.

The servant presented it in front of her.

"Even if looks like a cloth, it's actually made of a material same of a knight's
armor. It'll prevent wounds aimed on the neck of the Lord."

"Thank you."

Lia picked it up with curiosity. As Marilyn explained, it was quite tough and a bit heavy, perhaps specially made.

"I'll help you, My Lord."

Lia gives the choker to the servant who politely reached out. Standing behind her, the servant gathered her long hair to one side and put the choker on her neck. At that moment, Claude rose up and grabs the servant's wrist.

"I'll do it."

A murmur that spread in an instant.

With a puzzled look, the servant handed over the choker to the young Duke and stepped away. Grabbing the tip of the choker, Claude's Kngers brushed against her nape.

She felt different, a nonsensical touch compare to that from the servant's.

Holding her breath, she hoped that it would end quickly without noticing how her face had turned red.

Feelings of embarrassment, shyness, or fear. The back of her hand turned white as she clenched it, suppressing the tremor.

The sound of the rain hitting the Soor reverberates through the air. Slowly and tightly knotting the choker, he looked down at the tip of the long ribbon and touched her shoulder.