The Duchess closed the beautiful black fan in her hand, her red lips were slightly pursed, the corners of her lips were pulled down, her brows were furrowed, and she glanced displeasedly at the girl next to Fu Yue.
Such an expression obviously means disgust.
"Andrea, you talk a lot. As a lady, how can you say such things to your sister regardless of the occasion? I may consider mentioning to the Duke about your retaking the etiquette class."
The duchess is a temperament with clear love and hate.
For example now.
She clearly expressed her dislike for Andrea.
Andrea's face turned pale. She was very afraid of Duke White Rose, that serious and rigid man, even if this man was her father in the sense of blood.
No matter how upset she was in her heart, Andrea was subdued on the surface and stopped jumping around in front of Fu Yue. She stood obediently beside the Duchess, bit her lip slightly, and secretly rolled her eyes at Fu Yue .
Fu Yue: "..."
idiot.
The banquet has officially begun.
Two thick and huge doors were opened, looking from the outside to the inside, the first thing that caught the eye was a blanket extending to the center of the castle hall, with intricate patterns painted on it, with the unique elegance and luxury of the Middle Ages, the color was dark blue Mainly dark red, bright color.
Two rows of well-dressed servants stood inside the door with trays on their hands. A medieval old gentleman with the appearance of a butler, dressed in a dark and elegant tuxedo, bowed to the guests with one hand in front of his belly.
Pure and elegant British pronunciation, spit out fluent vocabulary.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to HRH Prince Charles' birthday party..."
After the old gentleman finished speaking.
All the guests were seated one after another.
Fu Yue and her older sisters naturally sat with the Duchess, closer to the main seat.
Fu Yue raised her eyes and glanced at the people in the hall.
Most of the eyes were blond and blue-eyed palace beauties, and she was the only one with black hair. Fu Yue could even feel the eyes falling on her from time to time, accompanied by low laughter.
Fu Yue didn't feel anything.
She even turned her eyes slightly sideways in that direction, with a smile that seemed to be not a smile on her white and sharp face.
The girls over there: "..."
They laughed at this Kloya before, so why is her reaction completely different from before
How could they think that in the same shell, the soul is already completely different... a demon from hell.
Powerful, cold, and extremely conceited.
The previous Croya had always had low self-esteem. Although she tried her best to pretend to be arrogant, what was hidden under the mask was a momentary low self-esteem and a sensitive heart.
But now Fu Yue has never felt such inferiority complex.
If it was Fu Yue, she would definitely say.
"Huh? Inferiority? What the hell kind of emotion is that?"
The eyes fell on the beautiful face of the black-haired girl, and the eyes of the noble ladies were a little more subtle.
Although Kloya was discriminated against because of her black hair, there was another reason because she was extremely beautiful.
It is different from the gorgeous and enthusiastic appearance of Western women. Kloya's beauty is a typical oriental beauty, as delicate and beautiful as a porcelain doll, making people feel that looking at her is a kind of blasphemy against the ultimate beauty.
The sound of military boots hitting the ground seemed to hit everyone's heartstrings.