The dimples molded on my cheeks upon learning the glorious news. 

No one beats the careful plan paired with great execution! I stepped backwards because if someone might see me eavesdrop, missiles of nags would blast my ears afterwards.

I guess sleep was still the best medication for boredom.

“Lady Bethany, what a coincidence, I need your help right now!”

His disheveled hair, heavy breathing, and unbuttoned wet shirt backed up his statement. What happened to this man?

“Of course, this humble lady lends her hand for Your Highness.”

Crown Prince Reyner invited me to his colossal VIP room, decorated with crafted furniture and golden embellishments. Whenever I stepped on the Venetian Red woolen carpet, it was like murdering the beauty of this exquisite material which costed half of my eternal soul.

“Please wait for me, this won’t take long. I prepared everything on the dessert platter for you.” 

I locked my sight at the target called “diabetes in a plate”.

 I picked the dark chocolate-covered strawberries and said, “Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness.”

He commented I looked like a cute kitten chocolate eater before entering the first door from his bed. 

I was on the verge of choosing between the strawberry macaroon and baklava next when the door slammed.

Wow, the Crown Prince was true to his words! I grabbed the strawberry macaroon when...

“Reyner! Where did you put it?!” 

Poor strawberry macaroon rolled on the floor at the same time my soul left this world when I gained VIP access for his au naturel body, exhibiting his mighty sword.

“I appreciated your boldness and appreciation. Were you etching this scene in your memory?”

I cleared my throat and bowed so my sight would divert to the floor and not to his eggplant. 

“I apologize for my rudeness, please inform You’re Highness that I will be back for a moment?” 

“Sure, we’ll wait for you, however, your neck will separate from your body unless you wanted to be a shoebill stork.” 

“I aspire to be one, Your Grace.” 

I’m bowed down until I got out of His Majesty’s room. One servant shivered and fled when she saw Sadako turned the knob.

Oh, dear innocence, where art thou?

You were once a newly bought computer, free from any malware.  

I never thought that I would see someone’s bottle gourd before getting married. How could I unsee that? 

I clung on the wall when everything flickered nonstop.

“I hope that today’s incident has taught you about having some decency.” 

“I saw nothing wrong with what I did in my property. The one who invited her without informing me was at fault.” 

“Don’t put the blame on me!”

When would these two stop their condemnation battle?

It was normal to see people bickering over issues where they have different perspectives. However, the exchange of criticism made me deaf.

“Our Sleeping Beauty’s curse has lifted, let her be the judge.” 

Whenever this man was around, my Oscar-worthy acting became futile.

I rose from his Majesty’s bed, coordinated the duvet, blanket and pillows to their respective places, since seeing things in an orderly manner is like watching an ASMR video—it tingled my senses in a pleasant way.

“I’ve never seen a Lady from any noble houses who knows how to make a bed.” 

It was a small thing, Your Highness.

After that scene was a significant question mark. They apologized since I witnessed an unpleasant, nasty and unknown scene. 

Duke Frederick reiterated that their topic was the other incident which involved me and him. 

“I didn’t understand what you were talking about, Your Grace. It’s my first time seeing you today.” 

Duke Frederick laid his teacup and if firing blazing stares could burn someone, then my ashes already squeezed in to the holes of the carpet and sofa.

“You can audition as an actress in the Capital, you’ll earn a fortune by using your talent.” 

Relationship Meter: -5% 

Why would he get mad at her friend who told nothing but the truth? The narration of the scenes before this confrontation would prevent his favorability score from decreasing.

“After I picked the strawberry macaroon, I heard the door slam and...” 

The next scene was pitch black, so I dug sections of my memory, resulting in my nerve cells popping like popcorn if this process would take any longer.

Recollecting a segment of a scene had never been this hard.

“I believe you, Lady Bethany, cracking your head open wouldn’t solve this problem. Whatever force is it, I guarantee that it saved you from the trauma the guy on my left had brought.” 

Protagonists wouldn’t be one if not for their golden hearts. His kindness saved me twice.

We proceeded with his agenda. He gave me descriptions that fitted Miuerella’s appearance. In fact, everyone already heard this cliche—he fell in love with her at first sight. 

Seriously, how does it happen? For me, love at first sight is an event when your brain releases dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin. Shouldn’t you just wait for a few more days or months and observe if the “feeling of being in love” faded or not?

I would compare love to P versus NP mathematical problems, giving time and effort only to be buried in the abyss of regrets.

Why am I complaining over someone’s sentiments? Workload has decreased now he’s got feelings for her, however, the journey’s getting harder from this point. 

“Let’s find her, Your Highness. For sure, she’s at the roofed deck, petting Ming.”

Ming, her adopted kitten, which according to her had the same temperament as mine, yet their circumstances were alike because we found her right beside the snow-covered carcass of her mother.

The Crown Prince’s arm has a bag full of supplies he needed to build rapport on his love interest and its pet. Not only that, we also planned scenes leading to the isolation of the major characters. One thing bugged me though, the devilish Duke’s presence! Fear not, cause I visualized all the routes that he could take! I wouldn’t let you topple the tower I tried hard to build!