Two-Faced Princess Chapter 199

At the same time as she moved her hand, she scanned the man from head to toe.

He wore a black tuxedo that reminded her of the night sky and the entire outfit looked simple but sophisticated.

However, only the cuff button at the wrist was glistening red akin to blood.

It was Madame Jensen's design.

His bright silver hair, which would have stood out everywhere, was stark and neatly combed in contrast to the dark clothes.

His sharp jawline and dark blue eyes differed from the Uriel she imagined.

“I wasn't careful. Please forgive me, Lady Trion.”

It was a lie.

Why would he casually blame himself for everything with that angelic face of his?

“Well, do you know me?” Lila asked, blushing unknowingly.

Until a while ago, she was guilty of pretending to have greater expertise when choosing husbands when she was just a young eighteen-year-old girl who hadn't really witnessed what the world had to offer yet.

“I know who you are, My Lady. I heard a lot about you from your brother because I fought with Simon Trion in the recent war.”

He grinned while reaching out to Lila's glass of wine.

He could hear the young noblewoman standing behind Lila sighing at the same time.

After handing the glass over, Uriel made eye contact with Simon and the rest of the men.

Then he turned to Layla, who was still standing there, unsure.

“There's a little alcohol in your glass. I'll give you a new one.”

He turned around and called a waiter passing by, carrying a tray full of wine glasses, and picked a new one for the lady.

“If you don't mind, I'd like to recommend this wine. The scent is subtle, but the color is more intense. It tastes sweet, too.”

He gently squeezed the pink wine into Lila's hand.

She still clutched the handkerchief that Uriel lent her in her other hand.

“Thank you.”

“Don't mention it. It was an honor to meet you.”

Uriel's manners were refined and impeccable.

His tone was low and seductive.

It was too different from the harsh tone used by her family at the Trion Estate in the North.

Lila's face grew hotter and hotter.

“Well! Well!”

Janice coughed a few times for Lila, who was still staring blankly at Uriel.

Surprised, Lila took a step back as if she had abruptly returned to reality.

“Long time no see, Lady Janice.”

“Long time no see, Count Buiche. Thank you for remembering me even if we only met once.”

The two greeted each other lightly.

From the moment she saw Uriel, she already noticed that he wasn't wearing the white tailcoat gifted by Lorelai's father, Marquis Edwin.

The Marquis' plan to knit Uriel and Lorelai into a pair had failed.

Janice, however, was experienced in weaving a broken pair together.

“The black tuxedo you're wearing today matches Lorelai's white dress very well. You're like a couple.”

Lorelai, who was biting her lip at her words at first, smiled slightly.

“What an interesting coincidence. I think Lorelai's gown seemed to match Simon Trion's white suit over there.”

Uriel replied with a smile.

When Simon's face brightened, Lorelai's expression darkened a little.

However, Janice didn't back down easily.

“Opposing colors are the best match. If you and Lorelai dance, it would be picturesque. It just so happens that the musicians are getting ready.”

“Oh, Janice is so…” Lorelei faltered, blushing.

Although, deep inside she was nodding her head and thanking Janice for a job well done.

This was why Lorelei always had Janice, Viscount Emmen's daughter, who was far below the Edwin family when it came to status, even though she was her cousin.

Janice was good at speaking and she always had her back.

Every time Lorelai had confrontations with someone or when Janice brought someone close to Lorelai as she was doing now, she had helped her with her cleverness.

“The count has been on the battlefield for too long. You're not bad at dancing, are you?” Janice asked, raising her chin in a challenge.

This was also a strategy of its own.

She was well aware of the social prejudice against Uriel, and coaxing him to dance with Lorelai was the simplest way to overcome it.

Lorelai slightly covered her face with a fan, waiting for Uriel's request to dance.

It was regrettable that he didn't show up in pure white, but her heart did pound at seeing him in all black that his silver hair stood out.

Despite waiting, Uriel didn't reach out to her.

“It's an honor, but I refuse.” He spoke softly.

At that moment, Lila's expression, who was standing right beside her, brightened.

She raised her chin and laughed at Lorelai, who had stiffened from the shocking rejection just now.

Chapter end