801 641. The princess of resentment comes forward.

"Starting now, we're having a dance party. Please gather the guests on the central floor.

I swallowed my mouth at the decree of the proclaimer.

I don't know what to do, my heart is so much more annoying than last time. But I am also convinced by myself that it is natural.

Last time, a dance party proposed by Tiara was held as a first attempt. The dance party itself was a huge success, although I ruined the birthday afterwards. Sometimes it didn't matter if I was attacked by Adam or the dance party, and it was supposed to be safe this time. I wanted to get rid of the unpleasant impression that Tiara at the corner even as I did, so I fully agreed with the style that she definitely suggested.

This time, the dance party at the celebration was reduced this time to match the smaller size compared to the last birthday. Sometimes this is because of the significance of returning the stigma to the dance party.

Only five dance opponents, with the exception of one, were later given prior consent. And showing off is...

Me, alone.

"Good luck, sister, brother!

Tiara invigorates me alongside Stayle, the first person to dance.

Tiara dazzles me that makes my eyes sparkle like the light of the sun. I was also most pleased this time when it was decided that the second dance party would also be officially held. Thank you, and I want to do a bad scratch at the end of the day while thanking Tiara for breaking my face.

"But really... is it good for the book, Tiara? And Stayle. I knew the three of us were together."

"Eh! It's a celebration of your sister in the corner. I think you all want your sister to dance!

Tiara's will to shake her left and right face with each fluffy golden hair saying so is stiff after all.

This time, Tiara doesn't dance because of shrinkage. Style also pulls off the floor if he dances with me. Really careful already, and the pressure is amazing.

It's because the main thing is to show off my safety, but when I said that, Tiara, my birthday, was the lead actor last time, but the three of us danced, and she's one of the actors who converged in this recapture fight.

If you mean shrinking, it would be quicker for Tiara and I to split up and dance with the six of us, or if Tiara dances with someone else while I'm dancing with the six of us, it won't be a problem. And they said, "Guys, I want you to dance with your sister properly." "You all want to see your sister safe." Besides, the beginning and end of agreeing to the stay.

Though I think there are more overwhelming people who want to dance with cute, poor Tiara or burn that look in their eyes. Plus, there's definitely a warrant lady who wants to dance with Style. In other words, when it comes to absolute dancing, men are looking for tiara, and women are looking mostly for style. I blamed myself for thinking that I would take the whole opportunity to celebrate the corner.... Just...

They are going to dance, and I'm sure they will sincerely enjoy dancing with me.

That's the only salvation, I think.

With Tiara sparkling unchanged her eyes, she said, "I'm so glad to see your sisters dance closely!" He even pointed at me with a full smile. But when I say that, I also want to see Tiara and the others dance peacefully in the privileged seat from start to finish.

Tiara, already excited, turned her attention to the performers, now or now, as she tided her cheeks pompously. I can't really say "dance with me because I'm careful" to Tiara, who's already looking forward to watching the dance so much.

Tiara squeezes my right hand with both hands that makes me laugh bitterly at my chest for giving up. I'm sure it will be a lovely time! and if I could turn a smile like a leaky day, I'd have to brace my stomach already.

"Let's go, sister.

Style reaches out to me.

Finally the performance began and the beautiful music echoed across the great hall as it called us. If we looked to the dance floor with that hand in the words of the Stale, we would have had a large group of guests and would have been incredibly quiet back and waited for us.

I'm alone on that floor this time. The only thing I can count on is the style that will escort me and the dance first.

Yeah, and I finally take a step back with the words. Tiara pushed me and Style's back softly at the end when you were there. That warm, little warmth at the end. I walk out.

"The First Princess, His Royal Highness the Pride Royal Ivy. First Prince, His Royal Highness the Stale Royal Ivy.

A quiet hall surrounds the introduction from the proclaimer and our appearance with a great compliment in an instant.

It was such a big applause that it was supposed to be much smaller in number than it was at Birthday. There is force in the body and force in the hand that inadvertently holds the style. The contents of my stomach circled ahead and danced when I thought I was going to keep getting their gaze on me from now on until the end. I want to graduate on this occasion already.

The chandelier lights make me feel hot like a scorching sun. The sweat dripped and I want to check the mirror again now to see if my makeup is off. The sound of the heart still doesn't ring when you pair with each other across the street from Style. I should've decided to be ready, Ning Ro, but I feel like it's getting extra bad.

"Are you nervous?

... inadvertently, asked in a soft voice.

My body jumped to the point that I was scared. If I focused from the guest to the style in front of me, my dark eyes were pointed straight at me from the back of the black edge glasses.

Shit, I'm going to dance. and breathe to focus properly on the style. I think back to the choreography of the dance that I should have been desperately able to do as I should have done in my head with a little bit and a short return. Then he noticed me obviously nervously in the middle of it, or the stile squinted down and laughed.

I'm ashamed I haven't been able to hide the tension, and I tie my lips and it hardens. Shit, if I looked back at the style as it started already and I wanted to cry because of nervousness, I opened my mouth to me with a grin that made me endure more laughter than that, or that made my cheeks already red and lit up the style.

"Me too.

Immediately after the gentle, somewhere pleasant style of words, the prelude was finally over.