Hold Me Tight, For I Am Unlovely

Chapter 14 : I have a confession to make. To me, you are an unopened wound.

Chapter 14 :  Mascara running down her little Bambi eyes "Lana, how I hate those guys"

—This Is What Makes Us Girls

Raaaaaaghhhhhhh.

My inner self wanted to take my hands, cover my face with it, and then plunge myself into despair when I heard what the maid told me, she had this innocent look on her expression that made me want to claw her face out along with mine.

I should not be allowed to be the only one that gets to lose my mind and act like nothing was wrong outwardly.

But before I could act out my inner thoughts, it seemed like the maids around me also realized that I wasn't in a good mood at all when they revealed the information to me and took it upon themselves to leave the moment my face showed a singular twitch.

"Irrumator!" I cursed as I took a step outside my room. The dress that I was wearing was cumbersome, and gaudy, but my body appears to be used to such a state and dress that I was able to move around freely despite thinking otherwise.

'Would it be possible to ban these kinds of dresses in the future? I don't think I can live eating in this else my corset, I'm sure, will rip.' I took in shallow breaths and tried to maintain a calm disposition from my otherwise erratic and highly unstable feelings.

Because of my parents, I unfortunately knew where the drawing room was. So, walking there was not a problem, nor did I have to rely on Leticia's memories to lead me there.

Along the way, I saw several maids and butlers standing by the hallways it was as if they were awaiting the time that I would cross paths with them.

Judging from their expression, I somehow got the feeling of being cheered on. They had this stuck-up looks on their faces that told me they also did not like the person sitting in the drawing room waiting for me.

'They may not like me, but when it comes to upholding the Medicci's honor they would one-hundred percent put their lives on the line is it?'

They all looked at me as if I was setting off for battle, it was hard not to feel off-put by it.

"Miss, if anything happens, please just call out and we will dispose of the visitor as you command." Before I entered the drawing room, one of the guards outside the door nodded at my direction and solemnly said. His eyes underneath his helmet was steady, and I found it hard to suspect the man if he was joking or not. Because it was very apparent that he wasn't.

I paused to look at the person that told me that and found that the other guard was also nodding along with him.

"He is a prince you know?" Before I could stop my mouth, I had already blurted out the words in my head.

But to my utter surprise, the only response I received was a look that aimed dead center at my face. And a statement that sent me reeling if it is even possible for my house to be charged with treason.

"Regardless if he is a prince, if you call for us, we will come to you."

With that, the guards pretended that they didn't say anything and went back to their post as if nothing ever happened. 

It seems like the prince was truly not welcomed around here. Even the guards vowed to commit treason if it meant they could kick out the prince when the order was given. It made me wonder what my parents told them to act this way.

Closing my slackened jaw, I tried to ignore all the thoughts in my head and decided that the prince beyond the door in front of me was probably tired of waiting. Though secretly, not really secretly, I hoped that he was.

'I wouldn't put it past him to stand up and leave after waiting this long, but a girl could only hope.' Inwardly, I let out a long drawn-out sigh. I very badly want to get this over with, but I know that once I cross this door I would need to proceed with utmost caution.

So, haste was definitely out of the question.

Haste leads to impulsiveness, and thus would lead to my hastened demise.

'Lord, I said I would like to live up until my hairs turn white. I didn't mean for you to put me in this hair-whitening situation!'

The door opened in front of me as if announcing that I was there. My eyes were instantly drawn to the figure sitting on the couch.

Poise and flamboyant elegance that entailed a posh upbringing was instantly seen in how this person sat on the couch. My eyes were drawn at the mop of golden blonde hair first before I saw the second prince's piercing blue eyes that were narrowed menacingly in my direction.

Before I could control my expression, my eyebrow was raised accusingly at the look that this person was giving me. 'A brat.' was the thought that ran through my head the moment I saw his expression.

'He certainly looks handsome; no wonder Leticia went crazy over this man.' My eyes narrowed and I matched the gaze that the second prince was giving me. 'But right now, I could not help but be reminded of my boss. He looks so brat-ish that I could not help but want to throw a chair in his direction.'

If given a chance, I would've snorted at his direction, but I doubt that it would ease the tension inside the room right now. In the novel, I never liked the second prince that much. Now that I met him in real life, my distaste deepened considerably.

The second prince was prone to tantrums and spoiled-like behaviors— it was hard to like a man whose personality was akin to that of a child without its favorite pacifier.

Making my way towards the couch, I didn't break eye contact with the man in front of me who was adamant in glaring at my direction.

"Charles." I greeted, sitting directly in front of the arrogant teen in front of me. Etiquette-wise I should've greeted him per the kingdom's social norms. However, since he was hostile from the very start, I found it hard to start acting with good decorum when the recipient was adamant about being hard to deal with.

There was a twitch on his lips after hearing my greetings. He seemed almost perplexed by my actions. He acted as if he just heard the most ridiculous thing from my mouth.

"Leticia." In the end, he returned my greetings with equal chill as mine. He looked like he was at a lost with what to do directly after he greeted me.

Just like me, he didn't also follow the etiquette that was expected of his social status.