Do Your Best and Regret

Chapter 7

I thought my debutante would be perfect. I thought the same way before my debutante debut. I went on a diet by starving myself, and everything from the dress to the makeup and hair fit really well.

That was when the first waltz started and my heart felt like it was going to explode with anticipation. The moment the dazzlingly handsome Leopold asked the daughter of the Marquis of Nordic to his first dance, everything fell apart. I knew it.

Leopold was reluctant to become engaged to me, and the fact that the Crown Prince was betrothed to Madeleine, a member of the imperial faction, could ask the daughter of the Marquis of Nordic to first dance in order to appease the anxious aristocracy.

But knowing and experiencing it firsthand are different. Even flashy jewelry or a sparkling dress couldn't cover up the feeling of being stained with dirt. Despite my status as an Imperial Princess and the Crown Prince's fiancée, I became a wallflower, having not been asked to dance by anyone in my first debutante.

I wish someone would talk to me. Please, I was hoping you would ask me to dance just once.

I remembered the desperation of that time when it seemed like everyone was looking at me and whispering. I hurriedly looked around, but neither the Duke, Conrad nor Jade saw me.

I felt like my smiling face would break, sol held on to the hem of my dress. The good news is that I didn't behave in a disgraceful manner during my debutante.

I laughed every time Leopold looked at me. When I did that, Leopold smiled sweetly. Like Princess Madeleine. It was rewarding to try to be resolute as someone who would one day ascend to the position of Crown Princess.

During the twelve waltzes, the hand that held my dress was tired, and when I got home, I buried my face in the pillow and cried

"Olivia."

Only after hearing Conrad's warning did I blink my eyes as I came out of old memories.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought about Debutante."

It had already been two years. I have grown so well. Occasionally, I would eat with my brothers and sisters every evening, and I was given some real power in the family.

I said, looking at Ethella out of the corner of my eye, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Ethella, you will do better than me."

I meant it. Ethella's cheeks turned rosy.

"Really? Still, will you come with me when I perform my debutante?"

When young ladies made their debut, a noble lady or a debutante would usually go with them. I reflexively looked at Conrad. Conrad, who had been looking at Ethella kindly, faced me with his face as cold as the midwinter north wind. His pursed lips told me that I didn't have to speak.

"...... What should I do? Don't think it will be possible because I'm busy with work at the imperial palace."

"I'm busy, but there's nothing I can do about it. Ethella, I'll find a good Lady to accompany you."

"Yes......."

Despite Conrad's comfort, Ethella gnawed at her food with a downcast expression. Even though she tried to hold back, she couldn't hide her disappointment and eventually Ethella got up from her seat.

"I really enjoyed the meal. I'll go up first."

The listless steps became distant, and the dining room became quiet. Conrad lightly shook his wine glass.

"Olivia."

"Yes, brother,"

"Who is your brother?"

What I said carelessly came back with a terrible answer. Conrad said dryly.