''Princess? The clayton family owes the Lady? What does viscountess mean by that? We are in the imperial palace. The only person who should be called princess is our imperial princess, viscountess.'' For a moment, Beatrice forgot herself and rushed to speak to madam clayton. The spectating nobles that were watching the entertaining drama frowned her rude act.
Beatrice who was always cautious of herself did not notice change of looks that were giving to her. Marchioness chauvez was the one who noticed them and tried to signal her daughter, unfortunately the latter did not notice the signals.
''~Oh dear..'' Madam clayton laughed softly with her fingers in her lips. Her eyes seemed to be mocking Beatrice. ''You are always quick to jump to conclusions, Beatrice. That is what you did for my princess. The pain she suffered because of the marchioness, was what you called a misunderstanding.''
