The sunlight poured down on the fresh green grass court.

Olivia, with her hair tightly tied back, took a deep breath. The moment Edgar placed his hand on Olivia’s back was then. Startled, Olivia raised her head, and their eyes met.

“As we did before.”

Edgar whispered softly in her ear, as if having a secret strategy meeting.

“Just do as we did.”

‘Just do as we did. That’s all, Jean.’

These were the words the senior had said to her, who was nervous before the mixed doubles match with other clubs.

Actually, Jean wasn’t nervous because of the match. It was because she became a team with her senior for the first time, and her heart fluttered. Probably for a lifetime.

This man kept making her think of her senior.

“…Yes.”

At Olivia’s obedient answer, the man’s face, tinged with a smile, moved away. The heat-mixed breeze that had crossed the blue sea made the back of her ears ticklish. Summer was approaching.

A moment later, Bang! The sound of the racket hitting the ball resounded crisply across the grass field.

That X-like guy over there.

Russell silently cursed his son, who was facing Olivia.

At first, the guy approached the game with an impeccable gentlemanly attitude, but to avoid the worst situation of losing to a woman, he gradually poured out despicable attacks.

Even so, it didn’t work, and every time the son lost his temper, he made mistakes repeatedly. It was to the extent that he couldn’t lift his face due to embarrassment.

Facing a woman like that.

The sports of a gentleman, emphasizing manners, seemed ridiculous. It was not only lacking in dignity but also a game that disregarded courtesy. No matter how much you want to win, isn’t it a bit much to hit the ball toward the opponent’s body?

That damn guy. That.

Sounds of gasping were heard here and there. If it weren’t for the no-jeering rule during the game, criticism would have been rampant.

A fast pitch flew towards Olivia’s abdomen.

Agilely, Olivia gracefully passed the ball that almost hit her thigh. The opponent, who was complacent, let the ball slip away.

Russell couldn’t bear to watch anymore and wiped his face with his palm.

You reap what you sow with curses. The opponent’s skill stood out conspicuously. If it were an official game, fouls would have been declared.

Pathetic guy.

Olivia’s play exceeded expectations.

Although Russell Junior, Russell’s son, had retired, he was a former professional player. Against a man who had wielded a racket for over ten years, Olivia was showing amazing skills.

Good. Good. Very good!

Henry was invigorated after a long time. His gaze couldn’t leave Olivia, who was roaming on the court. Such talent, where has it been hiding all this time?

It was distinctly different from the elegant game Enblin displayed. Women’s games were like that. As graceful as dancing.
Olivia Blanchett was different. Putting in neat serves and rushing to the net, she looked sleek and agile, like a well-built black panther. With a fierce gaze that sparkled like a beast, she chased the ball. Each movement was dynamic.

During the moment when the ball was going back and forth over the net, Russell’s son stabbed the ball close to the empty left line.

I won.

Russell Wealthy was smiling leisurely for the first time since the game began.

But that too, only for a moment. Olivia, who was at the far right, lifted the hem of her skirt up to her knees with one hand and started pounding the ground.

The chins of the naive aristocrats dropped suddenly.

Oh my God!

Her white legs swiftly ran across the sunlit fresh green grass. Only for one ball.

The ball, drawing an arc, reached its highest point and began to fall.

No way.

Surely, the lady wouldn’t lie down on the ground just because of a ball… Contrary to such expectations, the mouths of the men who had been silently watching, even holding their breaths, once again fell open.

Ha! Olivia let out a small roar and flew off the grass.

Bang! The ball flew with a cheerful sound. At the same time, Olivia’s body fell onto the grass.

The narrowly avoided ball landed in the center of the court across the net. The ball that hit the ground once again hit the man standing next to it and rolled outside the deuce line.

“Forty, Fifteen!”

Olivia’s victory was declared.

Edgar silently smiled as he looked at the woman catching her breath on the blue grass.

Anblin, dressed in a black dress with a gold chain shoulder strap, got on the carriage.

“You look pretty, Ann.”

Crown Prince Alex affectionately called his only sister by her nickname.

“Thank you, brother.”

Anblin smiled brightly at Alex. The carriage heading to the Royal Art Museum passed through the golden gate of the palace.

Crown Princess Louise looked at the affectionate siblings quietly. As always, Anblin ignored her. She had never greeted first, and she still didn’t.

“Good morning, Princess Anblin.”

Only then did Anblin slightly tilt her head and look at Louise.

“Oh, yes.”