It Seemed My Fiancé Hated Me, So I Distanced Myself—But for Some Reason, He Complained - Chapter 17

“And Prince Lucas praised Lady Clarissa’s eyes as being very beautiful.”

“Eh…”

One of the maids said this.

“That was probably just a social courtesy.”

“That can’t be! Prince Lucas had never shown any interest in young ladies before, but ever since he met Lady Clarissa, he’s been talking about you constantly. He said you were gentle and full of grace. That you were truly beautiful, and particularly that your eyes were so captivatingly lovely – we were all so surprised!”

At the maid’s words, the other two maids nodded in agreement.

Could it be true? Had Prince Lucas really said such things about me?

“Lady Clarissa, won’t you trust in His Highness’s words and our skills?”

One of the maids said this with a gentle smile.

Before I knew it, I found myself nodding in response to her words.

“Clarissa! Are you ready?”

The sound of knocking on the dressing room door was accompanied by Prince Lucas’s voice.

A maid sharply retorted toward the door, “Please wait a little longer!” She was remarkably blunt even toward royalty.

“Lady Clarissa, I’ll finish up now, if I may.”

The maid who had been arranging my hair before the mirror attached a blue hair ornament to my hair.

When I looked in the mirror, my uncovered red eyes met my gaze. I instinctively looked away. My eyes really were terribly ugly after all.

“Lady Clarissa, I think it’s time to call His Highness in now.”

The maid said this with a satisfied expression. I hadn’t mentally prepared myself yet and was about to ask her to wait when the door was opened anyway.

“Clarissa!? Is that really you, Clarissa!?”

Prince Lucas, who had stepped into the room, stared wide-eyed the moment he saw me.

His overly astonished expression made me feel unbearably uncomfortable.

As I thought, this beautiful dress and hairstyle didn’t suit me at all. When the prince said my eyes were beautiful, he must have only seen them for a brief moment and been mistaken.

How ridiculous must I look in the prince’s eyes, all dressed up like this?

As I was trapped in these self-deprecating thoughts, the prince tightly grasped both my hands.