The chief chamberlain kindly explained from outside the dressing room. I awkwardly watched in the mirror as a maid styled my disheveled hair and nodded.

— Alright. Where should I go?

— I’ll guide you to Lady Amelia’s room.

— Her room?

— Yes. She also asked me to convey that she would like to have breakfast with both of you.

— Both of us? So Amelia has invited Viett and me to a meal?

— That’s correct.

Amelia invited us to her room? And even wants to have breakfast together! I felt somewhat expectant about her invitation. I was excited, thinking that perhaps Amelia had opened her heart to me in her own way.

As soon as the grooming was finished, I went to Amelia’s room with a fluttering heart. Amelia’s maid greeted me with an awkward face as she opened the door. The maid, whose cheeks were as red as apples, looked to be only about sixteen or seventeen years old.

After fidgeting with her fingers and watching me nervously for a moment, the maid opened the door wide and stepped aside so I could enter the room.

— Lady Amelia is still getting ready…… Please wait here for a moment.

I stepped into the room. My eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected scene inside.

— This is a very…… cute room.

Cute and pretty dolls filled the cabinets, tables, and even the glass cases on both sides of the bed.

The dolls ranged from elaborate porcelain dolls to ordinary cotton dolls, cute animal dolls like horses and sheep, worn wooden dolls, and transparent glass dolls—the variety was truly diverse.

Just counting the visible ones, there must have been at least 200. Moreover, they were all colorful and adorable, making me feel like I was visiting a teenage girl’s room rather than an elegant crown princess’s chamber.

— Former Crown Prince Minute preferred to stay outside the palace rather than inside. In other words, this is essentially Lady Amelia’s private room!

The young maid, standing stiffly, offered an explanation I hadn’t asked for. Then she immediately became dejected and added in a small voice:

— So…… I think it’s fine for Lady Amelia to decorate the room entirely to her taste…… without any problems.

— I didn’t say anything!

— Well, every visitor always makes some comment or criticism.

The maid’s already red cheeks flushed even deeper as she made her excuse. I couldn’t help but smile broadly, finding her innocence adorable. She turned her entire face red and avoided my gaze.

— Um, well…… My siblings and I have been reading ‘Pepe’ diligently since we were very young…….

— What, you came earlier than I expected?

At that moment, Amelia walked out from behind a door next to the dressing table. She frowned her pretty eyebrows when she saw me standing there blankly.

— Breakfast preparations aren’t ready yet. Why did you come so early?

I was shocked by her provocative attire—just a thin robe over a short slip. The slip was so short that Amelia’s white thighs were clearly visible.

As I floundered, not knowing where to look, her heavy makeup belatedly caught my attention. It was even heavier than the stage makeup worn by singers who performed at Costonian Special Forces camps.

It was a stark contrast to the dignified appearance of Amelia that I was familiar with from newspaper photographs.

I was a bit taken aback by how different she looked from her usual elegant and modest self, but fortunately, I adapted quickly.

I greeted her, thinking lightly, ‘So this is actually closer to Amelia’s taste.’ (Hmm? But this style is so different from the cute room atmosphere?)

— Good morning, Amelia.

— Would you like some tea first?

Ignoring my greeting, Amelia pointed to the terrace with its door wide open. On a white table were teacups, a teapot, and a plate full of chocolate cookies.

— The meal preparations aren’t quite ready. Just sit down for now.

She abruptly pulled me, still confused, toward the terrace. The young maid had already hurriedly left the room.

I sat across from Amelia at the table and tilted my teacup. Only after taking a few sips of tea did I realize:

I was so enchanted by Amelia’s beauty that I failed to point out she was subtly treating me disrespectfully!

— Cigarette? Do you smoke?

A pack of cigarettes suddenly appeared before me. I looked at the cigarette pack Amelia thrust at me with embarrassed eyes.

— No…….

— Alcohol?

— It’s morning right now!

— What? You’re more ** boring ** than I thought.

Amelia clicked her tongue as she put a cigarette in her mouth. I blinked in disbelief that she had used such vulgar swear words.

— D-did you just say ** and **?

— What? You don’t like me swearing in front of an esteemed person…….

The moment Amelia’s gaze dropped to the plate of cookies, her clear face turned bright red with anger. She slammed her fist on the table and loudly spat out a curse.

— Ah, **! This is really……. XX!

XX apparently was the name of the red-cheeked maid. The maid hurriedly ran to the terrace and bowed respectfully to Amelia.

— Yes. Did you call me, Lady Amelia……. Eeeek!

The maid screamed, covering her head with both hands. I stared blankly as the cookie plate flew like a bullet over her head.

Only after a few seconds passed did I realize that Amelia had thrown the plate at the maid. Then, harsh curses echoed loudly throughout the terrace.

— You ** ** make me angry first thing in the morning? Didn’t I tell you to throw all these ** cookies out the window, **!

— I’m, I’m sorry!

The maid hastily picked up the fallen cookie plate and backed away, trying to escape quickly. I was too frightened to look directly at Amelia’s face as she lit her cigarette.

— **…… Nothing but ** ** ** everywhere, **.

Unlike what was publicly known, Amelia seemed to be a foul-mouthed person who couldn’t control her temper. I trembled as I raised the teacup to my lips. I just desperately prayed for this uncomfortable situation to end as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, Amelia’s verbal abuse toward the maid continued afterward. She even used scarier swear words than my friend XX……. (would XX get angry if she heard this?)

— You ** ** **, should I pour this tea on that ** face to make you come to your senses? Huh?

— I’m sorry! I’ll bring it again!

— **, aren’t you coming here instead of running away? Today I really need to fix that ** attitude…….

Who could have imagined that the beloved former crown princess’s true identity was a foul-mouthed lady who caught young girls like mice?

I was trembling in fear at Amelia’s constant stream of curses when I suddenly snapped to attention seeing her grab the teapot handle. Surely she wasn’t planning to throw that hot thing at the maid?!

— No!

Just as I stood up to stop her, Viett hurriedly opened the door and ran to the terrace. He must have been alarmed by the harsh curses and my scream coming from beyond the door.

— Amelia?

He seemed startled to see his sister-in-law in such provocative attire and quickly turned his head away. Then he made an awkward expression.

— You said you’d never wear what my brother gave you, so why are you dressed like that?

— And why is Viett entering a lady’s room without knocking!

I was startled as I watched Amelia quickly tighten her robe and uncross her legs that she had been holding so proudly.

‘Huh, she’s acting extremely embarrassed, unlike before?’ I thought, tilting my head in confusion. Looking closely, her cheeks also seemed to be flushed like a shy girl…?

Viett sighed after surveying the chaotic table.

— Should I come back later?

— No. Please sit down…….

Amelia shook her head and offered Viett the seat next to me. Viett looked at her suspiciously before sitting beside me with an awkward expression.

Just then, the young maid who had quickly escaped with Viett’s arrival returned to the reception room. The problematic cookie plate was in the maid’s hands. (At this point, I had to admire the maid’s persistence.)

— Lady Amelia. I’ve brought fresh cookies.

— Good. Put them down and leave.

Amelia smiled kindly and gestured toward the table. I was surprised by her change in attitude and exchanged glances with Viett. He seemed equally surprised by his sister-in-law’s rapidly changing expressions.

‘Why is she acting like this?’

‘I don’t know either.’

As we communicated with our eyes, the young maid approaching the table tripped over her own feet. I widened my eyes as I watched the maid awkwardly stumble.

— Be careful!

But it was too late—the cookies had already crashed to the floor, plate and all. Viett and I immediately looked at Amelia’s expression.

Her face, which had been wearing a gentle smile just moments ago, instantly turned cold.

— **. You, I told you I’d ** that ** face if you make another mistake, didn’t I?

Amelia immediately began to fiercely scold the maid.

— Amelia. You’re being too harsh.

Viett was shocked and tried to intervene, but Amelia held her head stiffly and looked at him with contempt as she retorted.