"Will you excuse me?"
With my spine tingling in rapid excitement, I bid farewell to my surroundings, trying to locate the subject of my budding ire.
The sound of my heels bounced off the floor, ushering my departure into the growing commotion in the distance.
The murmurs of the plebian entered my ears, full of unprepared gasps and rapt surprises.
Their reactions were definitely something I hadn't taken into account.
Something was wrong...I didn't know what, and I was about to find out why.
"Excuse me..."
"Excuse us! Please give some way for Lady Heliard!"
Enraptured to the point of freezing still, it got harder and harder to pass through the wall of humans.
The worst part was they were so blind they couldn't even recognize my presence and acted appropriately in time.
It was humiliating...
But I was not a child. A little setback such as this couldn't possibly render me incapable of perceiving a simple logical conclusion. They had their backs on me, so it was understandable how they had failed to act on time.
Given they didn't have eyes growing on the back of their head, it was plausible they would commit such a blunder. Yes, that was it...
Nevertheless, it was still off-putting. It brought about the untasteful memory from a year ago that I loathe with all my heart.
"Is he really that-...Oh my, forgive me, I didn't see you there, lady Heliard! Please..."
I gave the lady a polite response while hiding the displeasure that took hold of my lips behind the fluttering fan.
As her unsavory figure disappeared to the side, the path ahead of me was finally clear. No more unnecessary obstacles and annoying jibber-jabber.
And I've found them at last...The Dawsons.
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A man with light brown hair like a chestnut in the summer stood tall in his military garment, holding the hands of a woman with jet-black hair resembling the deep night itself. Her elegant curve was showcased beautifully along the lines of her sky-blue dress.
From their back, an elderly couple followed in tandem. The man, similar to his son, wore a military garment, albeit more colorful and with way more decorations than the former. And the madam on his side, whilst wearing a dress in a natural color and design, still radiating with the air of a noblewoman from every angle.
The sight of the Dawson's lovebird and the Lion and Lioness was indeed something.
I could see why these people acted the way they did.
Moving on the back, there was the Rose of Dawson, Lady Alyson. With a dress darker than ink yet glossy as the kind evening, she gave off a mature feeling. A fine choice of selection considering the awkwardness of her age.
With the existence of the two madams who resided in the upper echelon of the noblewoman as her Mother and Grandmother, she must've received a lot of guidance from them.
Past her, I saw the Fourth Prince holding the hands of Dawson's youngest.
The former painted the image of a growing and dependable adolescent in the making. As for the latter, with all the curiosity that bubbled up from his wandering eyes, he smothered everyone with how adorable he looked.
Truly a spectacle befitting the saying: Cute could do no wrong.
A treat for the eyes and a peculiar sight, these two. But I couldn't spend all my time relishing their inviting looks. I could already spot the edge of the wheelchair and the shadow of that girl.
Thus, I kept on...And I saw her.
The fifth Princess...Helena Demeria Boreas.
And for the first time today, I unknowingly let my emotions get the best of me, openly frowning at how gorgeous she looked.
Her hair, often mocked by people due to its ill similarity with blood, was flowing impeded and free among her fair skin. The cute and small braids fashioned her head, coupled with the pink and plump lips with rosy cheeks, depicting the very image of a blossoming young lady.
I have never seen her wearing makeup even once in all the parties we've attended in the past, but now that I saw her putting in the effort, I was dearly shocked by what I found.
She was beautiful even when she frowned and winched like an insufferable old woman, but now she was on a whole different level.
And if everything I've said wasn't enough, the deep purple dress that she was wearing would be that missing piece.
Glittering and radiating under the blinding lights of the ballroom, her dress shone and sparkled gorgeously. Not too flashy to be critiqued harshly but more than enough to ensnare many of the lost souls who dared to lay eyes upon her.
She was akin to a captivating ruby, glowing in all of its mystifying splendor among the loveliness of the starry Milky Way.
She was simply too beautiful...Like a fairy that came from the land of stars...
I gripped the fan that was covering half of my face with much strength to counter the tightening lump of envy lodged in my gut, grumbling ever so softly in irritation.
"Doesn't matter...I'm only here for that pig anyway!"