Like Eurielle requested, Nathalia wrote a reply in regards to Madison Chatham's invitation for tea party.

The next day, a letter arrived from the Chatham estate.

"My lady, Lady Chatham wrote a reply."

"Please read it for me."

Nathalia opened the envelope and took out the letter.

"Dearest Lady Deidamus, the party will start at 3pm in the afternoon, today. I expect you to wear your dress according to the theme of the party, which can be found in the invitation letter. Knights or any guards aren't allowed inside and you can only bring your lady in waiting. Best regards, Madison Chatham." Nathalia read the letter.

"Theme?"

"The invitation letter stated that the theme is hues of blues."

"Oh."

Eurielle had tons of dresses with that kind of color. And every bit of them is customized by the famous dressmaker in the capital.

"What time is it now?"

"It's still 2 hours before lunch time, my lady." Nathalia replied.

"Then, wake me up before 3 pm. I'm going to sleep."

"As you wish, my lady."

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Eurielle woke up noticing that someone was caressing her hair.

She rubbed her eyes only to see Nathalia taking care of her already.

"Ah, my lady already woke up."

Eurielle observed herself and found out that she was all ready to go.

She already wore her light blue dress that's designed beautifully to the ends and her hair was already made by Nathalia and it went down to her hips.

Her makeup was done lightly and it expounded Eurielle's smooth features more. With this, Eurielle looked like a sleeping fairy.

"I tried to wake my lady up but you looked too precious to be bothered so I dolled you up without consent. I apologize." Nathalia bowed.

"Nathalia."

"Yes, my lady."

"If I have any future meetings like this soon..."

"Yes-"

"Help me prepare myself just like you did recently."

Eurielle actually thought that Nathalia helping her whilst sleeping was a good thing.

Because with that, all she needs to do is just wake up without getting bothered from all the preparation. With Nathalia doing that, she could have more sleep than necessary.

To think that such process was there all this time. Eurielle didn't even think about it.

"From now on, I give you permission to doll me up without waking me up. Is it alright?"

"I understand, my lady." Nathalia responded without murmuring.

From Nathalia's response, Eurielle felt her mood lighter than ever.

"How long would it take for a carriage to arrive there?"

"Around 15 minutes."

That was longer than expected.

"Rion?"

Eurielle called out to Asterion. She wanted to know if he was there at the moment.

"Yes, my lady." Asterion appeared in her room in a flash.

"Ah, you're here. Do you have time?"

"Yes, if my lady wants, I'll give you all the time you need in your life." He landed a kiss on her hand.

"No, it's fine. I have a favor."

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In a blink of an eye Eurielle together with Nathalia and Asterion arrived at the Chatham estate.

Without any carriage at all.

"My lady." Asterion held Eurielle's wrist and put a bracelet on it. "Just break this bracelet if ever you need me."

"Okay."

"Then, I'll get going now." He then kissed her hand.

*Swoosh*

Asterion disappeared and now only the two of them were left.

They were currently at the front gate of the mansion and Nathalia guided Eurielle towards the guard house.

"Excuse me." Nathalia uttered.

"Yes? How can I help you?" The guard entertained.

"Here's our invitation." Nathalia handed the letter to the guard.

The guard received it and opened the envelope.

"De-Deidamus?! It's Lady Deidamus! Open the gates!!"

*Creaaak*

The huge gates were opened and Eurielle and Nathalia just casually walked towards the mansion.

"Lady Deidamus, it's a pleasure to have you." Suddenly, someone greeted them in the front door. A butler.

"Please, come inside. They're waiting for you."

Eurielle and Nathalia followed the butler inside the mansion.

"Really?"

"Oh my~ that's unbelievable."

"I know~"

Giggles were heard as soon as they entered inside.

Seems like the party already started without her.

"Hush! It's her!"

"Lady Deidamus?"

"She's arrived."

"She looks a bit different from the last time I saw her."

Gossips, gossips, gossips. What a dreadful thing that comes out of our lips.

"Greetings, Lady Deidamus. I'm glad you made it here." A lady welcomed her.

She had long and curly blonde hair, her almond eyes was the color of sapphires and she was absolutely pretty over all. From head to toe, she looked like a beautiful doll.

She was none other than Madison Chatham, the lady who invited Eurielle to this party. The daughter of Duke Chatham.

"I barely made it." Eurielle briefly responded.

"Oh my, Lady Eurielle?" Another one called out to her.

Eurielle looked at the other lady who called her name and it was none other than Abigail.

'She's here too.' Eurielle suddenly felt a slight headache.

The last time she saw her was when they were boating together at the lake. And Abigail was acting a bit dumb that time.

And because of that incident, the prince kept bothering her.

Eurielle is a bit tired of seeing Abigail's face right now. She's seen her too much already.

"Greetings, Lady Brown." Eurielle uttered shortly.

"Lady Eurielle, are you alright last time? I'm so sorry if it happened too quickly." Abigail held her hands and shed crocodile tears.

"...." Eurielle was just silent.

"Lady Brown is apologizing?"

"Why? What happened?"

"Look at Lady Deidamus. Her face is like a rock."

"Isn't she going to forgive her?"

"She's so prideful."

The ladies saw the scene that Abigail perfectly displayed.

"Ladies. Please be quiet. We don't want to pressure Lady Deidamus to do something she doesn't wants." Madison giggled.

"You're too kind, Lady Chatham." Abigail smiled at Madison.

Eurielle was seeing a birds of a feather in front of her.

They were mocking her.

*Thump*

"...."

*Thump*

Eurielle's heartbeat was a bit loud today.

She was feeling something. Something she never felt before.

An emotion she knew but never experienced feeling it.

She felt like blood was rushing all over her body and she was displeased at the situation.

They were wasting her time.

Her head was aching at their giggles and she just wants to slap their faces one by one.

Right. It was that emotion.

An emotion called anger.