Today was the day of Princess Evelyn’s second-round qualifying match. The stands were already full, showcasing the princess’s popularity.

Olivia and Elaine went to the stadium together.

As spectators.

“Let’s go together tomorrow.”

On the night when they walked hand in hand with Edga along the riverbank embroidered with starlight, his warm and large hand didn’t let go even when they arrived at the house.

Until he pulled out the ticket from his chest.

“No, that’s too dangerous.”

She didn’t want to become an ordinary person at the princess’s level.

Moreover, it was better for her to focus on the game to assess her real skills.

“Did something good happen yesterday?”

Elaine asked mischievously.

“Oh, nothing happened.”

“Why is your face turning red then?”

“Elaine!”

Elaine chuckled. Embarrassed, Olivia buried her face in her hands.

Princess Evelyn appeared on the court then.

Walking gracefully on the blue grass, she resembled a swan.

The murmuring audience fell silent all at once.

In her white tennis dress, Princess Evelyn looked at Olivia and nodded with a relaxed smile.

“Last year, I came to watch, and you play really well.”

“Yeah.”

Olivia nodded in response to Elaine’s comment.

Her gaze was fixed on the princess’s tennis outfit.

Evelyn glanced briefly at Olivia.

She had no intention of exerting her full strength in a match that she was bound to win anyway. Even if it meant Olivia Blanchett would lower her guard.

Evelyn warmed up lightly.

The movements of her fingertips and toes were graceful and beautiful, like performing ballet.

“Why are you so seductive? You can’t imitate this by pretending.”

The ladies around Olivia teased loudly, as if wanting her to hear.

Every time Evelyn moved her arms, the white organza frills, covering only her shoulders, fluttered like butterfly wings.

The flare skirt down to her shins was elegant like a ballet dancer’s costume, unrestricted by a wide range of motion.

It was the same design that Madame Lauren had shown Olivia when she lowered her head.

If Olivia had worn the same outfit without thinking…

Even the thought was dreadful, and Olivia lowered her head.

The referee signaled the start of the match.

Evelyn, with the serve, gripped the ball and took a deep breath. It was the moment she was about to toss the ball high into the air.

Ed?

Even seeing with her own eyes, she couldn’t believe it.

According to the rules of attending the Dumblean match, a man in a white suit was confidently walking down the stairs between the seats.

Hands in pockets.

His appearance was no different from when he came to watch her match last year.
Still arrogant, decadent, and painfully beautiful. No, she was displaying much more beautiful hues than that day.

So, with a bitter smile on her lips, the gaze directed towards me was unbearably painful.

The hand gripping the racket trembled. Uncontrollable resentment overwhelmed Anblin like a wave.

The dark pumpkin-colored eyes trembled with anger.

Curious glances from the bewildered audience naturally followed the princess’s gaze.

Elaine and Olivia turned their heads belatedly.

Is he insane?

Olivia was shocked.

Drawing everyone’s attention, Ed, who used to be the princess’s ex-lover, Lancaster Ranslot, was approaching.

Toward Olivia Blanchett.

Was it necessary to be this cruel?

All we wished for was our last moment to be beautiful. Was that such a wrong wish?

The gaze of Anblin, staring at Edga, became cold and silent.

From birth, Anblin had lived a life where everything was prepared beneath her feet. She had never desired anything except for one thing – Edga.

Edga naturally took a seat beside Olivia, as if it were a matter of course.

Crossing his long legs, he tilted his head slightly towards the woman and smiled.

If it weren’t for that woman, if things were different, we wouldn’t have fallen apart like this.

Even if we didn’t share love as we used to, we wouldn’t hate each other and cause wounds like this.

Just because of that woman.

You abandoned me.

The hand holding the racket trembled.

Anblin, who always maintained elegance and composure in any situation, couldn’t possibly keep her calm in this moment.

Her usually pale face turned red with anger.

The arena roared.

Oh my goodness!

The audience alternately stared at the unfortunate princess and the shameless couple with a mixture of shock and sighs.

This year’s Dumblean Championship was truly the best. Honestly, the heated battles between rivals were more thrilling than the princess winning every time.

“Living, you see all sorts of things.”

“The entrance fee has never felt more worthwhile.”

People gossiped eagerly with wagging tongues.

This was no different from the fight between Princess and the fiancée of her ex-husband, accompanied by the new lover of the Ranslot viscount. Such an interesting spectacle!

Could there be another such entertaining sight?

People who wanted to spread rumors immediately rushed to do so, their mouths itching.

“Why did you come here?”

A perplexed Olivia glanced silently.