'It is as if spring came earlier, haha~' — I giggled, secretly, as I saw a couple shyly take each other's hand ignorant of the fairies I was now able to see fly curiously around them. Reminding myself, that there was a hand I could be holding as well. — '… Where is he? Aren't we supposed to meet and do like the others?? Where is my prince?'
A little search commenced while I looked around shy ladies and proud gentlemen… hoping to see him and receive a flower and a crafted adornment just like the others did. Feeling the anticipation erase the bad sensations someone tried to ruin my day with.
"My lady."
'! Oh… Duke Noverrne…' — I reacted overly quickly at the realisation it was not my prince. Clemente's eyes seemed to notice and yet he still dedicated me a smile.
"… I am aware it is not me whom you expected." — Kindly, he said, standing tall and clean. Lowering his head just as I did out of embarrassment. — "Nevertheless… would you still accept this from me?"
'… oh… oh no…'
