I Became Cinderella's Vicious Stepsister (MTL) [COMPLETED]

39. Bad wood

"Sorry."

"Sorry?" Natasi's eyes turned red immediately. "I know, I can't compare with my sister...but I think, Mr. Leslie, you will believe me... you said, God doesn't Will abandon his believers..."

"The promise is still valid, you can ask me again."

The teenager paused, "I can do it."

After he finished speaking, he nodded slightly, and in the attention of countless people, walked long legs and hugged the people out. The skinny waist was wrapped in a crisp white shirt, and the gold belt gleamed under the lamp.

King Sauron narrowed his eyes and asked the attendant beside

"Who is this noble beloved..."

He still remembers the other party's singing like a sound of nature, and the choir's ritual music was over, which bothered him for a while and seemed to be a lot easier.

"Mr. Leslie is also a great fan of Lord Bruce."

The expression on the king's face became more pious

"It turns out so."

At this time the dance music in the hall rang and Prince Carlo took Princess Mary off the dance floor.

They are born with nobleness, graceful posture, and even impeccable dance steps. White uniforms and red dresses are fiercely intertwined. The opening is a passionate flamenco dance.

This dance mobilized everyone's enthusiasm almost immediately.

Everyone took the dance partner and began to dance on the dance floor.

The night banquet began, and no one seemed to care about everything before.

Natasi watched the meeting and quietly retreated from the banquet.

The passing waiters looked at her strangely and asked, "Miss Leonard, do you need to bring you a veil?"

"No need to."

Natasi wiped her tears away. Her heart was messed up, and she didn't know what she was thinking. When she stopped, she found that she had come to the library.

The library at night is no longer the hustle and bustle of the day, it stands there, its eaves raised like beasts dozing in the darkness.

She had seen Mr. Leslie on the steps of the library several times, and stayed there for an afternoon.

Once, I saw Sister Belia.

They chatted intimately, and Sister Belia always kept a lovely smile.

"Natasi."

In the darkness, a young man with dark hair and black eyes suddenly appeared in front of her.

Natasi was already used to his haunting, not surprised

"Master Louis."

She looked down slightly and saluted.

Louis looked at her lovingly, wiping her tears off with his fingertips.

"Oh, Natasi." He called her softly, "I'll always cry when I cry like this."

"Master Louis," Natasi clenched her fists, "I thought you were on my side."

"Of course, Natasi, of course."

Louis reached out and he used her big fist to gently appease her, breaking her fingers one by one, her tender palms were poked out with white dots.

He looked at her distressedly

"Natasi, of course you are on your side."

"But you just took Sister Belia's hand, and you thought I pushed her."