After leaving her father’s room, Sophia returned to the room where Orion and the others were waiting and stayed there until it was time for the party to start.
“We don’t know what’s going to happen, so be careful.”
Orion whispered to Sophia and she nodded. It wasn’t the starting point of the game yet, but as the villainess, Sophia couldn’t let her guard down.
When Randall came to pick her up at the appointed time, he blushed slightly and stared at her in amazement.
Sophia tilted her head, but behind her, Isolte was pumping her fist in excitement.
Since Randall stopped still in front of the door for a while, Sophia called out to him modestly.
“Is there something wrong?”
This was the first time she’d shown Randall her outfit for the day. She was fully dressed up, and when she checked herself in the mirror, there was nothing strange about her. Although she felt she looked a little mature for a 16-year-old, Isolte said, “It’s fine, Lady Sophia, because you’re married!” Sophia didn’t understand the logic behind this, but it seemed fine, so she decided not to worry about it.
(Would it have been better if the makeup was lighter?)
Isolte had applied her makeup carefully, paying attention to every detail, but it wasn’t heavy. She usually didn’t put any color around her eyes, but today she had used a light purple color to match her dress. Was that strange? Or was it because she was wearing lipstick, which she didn’t usually wear?
Worried, Sophia looked up at Randall, but he quickly averted his gaze.
“Let’s go!”
“Ah, okay.”
What on earth was going on?
Randall looked away and quickly held out his arm, so Sophia decided not to press him and gently wrapped her arm around his.
Thinking about it, this was the first time she’d been escorted by Randall. Their wedding ceremony did not have a subsequent party, so they just made vows at the cathedral. Apparently the King wanted to make it a more grand celebration, but the Queen glared at him and he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Randall probably didn’t want to waste time and money on a wedding with a woman he didn’t love. He just wanted to get it over with it quickly and out of obligation.
Randall was tall, so even in heels, Sophia’s head was below his shoulder. It naturally made her look up, and she felt her heart flutter at the sharp line of his jaw.
(He’s so cool. If only he was kind too.)
Suddenly, Sophia imagined the character Randall in the game.
There was a scene in the game where they had a dance party. When Randall saw the heroine all dressed up, he blushed and whispered, “It suits you.” That scene was so heart-wrenching.
Suddenly, Sophia wanted Randall to say, “It suits you.” Of course, she didn’t expect him to say it to her, but she asked anyway.
“What do you think of my dress today?”
Randall looked down at Sophia, then quickly looked away again.
So what’s been going on since earlier? Every time their eyes met, he kept looking away. Did she do something wrong? She didn’t think she had done anything to make Randall uncomfortable.
“Is it weird?” Sophia asked again.
But Randall didn’t answer.
Sophia got annoyed, stopped walking, and pulled Randall’s arm forcefully.
“If it’s weird, I’ll go get changed!”
She didn’t expect him to say that it suited her, but being ignored made her angry.
If he didn’t like this outfit, he should have just said so! There was still some time left, so she could get changed quickly.
Sophia let go of Randall’s arm and tried to turn around, but he quickly grabbed her wrist as if in panic.
“W-wait. It’s not weird.”
“…Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Then, does it suit me?”
“…”
“I’m going to get changed after all!”
“Wait! I mean…”
When Sophia turned around, Randall still avoided eye contact, but he said in a slightly troubled voice, “It’s not bad.”
Sophia was shocked and looked up at Randall, frozen.
(It’s not bad? He said it’s not bad? Huh? Maybe he’s embarrassed? Fuwaaaaaaa.)
Oh no, she was swooning!
Sophia felt like she was going to melt, but she managed to regain composure as Randall extended his arm and said, “Let’s go.” so she tightened her grinning expression, trying not to look too pleased.
While she wasn’t told that it suited her, she gladly accepted “not bad”!
(Good job, Isolte!)
After the dance party, she would give Isolte a shoulder massage to show her appreciation.
Glancing at Randall’s profile, Sophia savored a small moment of happiness.
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