The Price is Everything of Yours (76 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 84

Indeed, Diane—who Neris believed was the cutest person in the world—felt a sudden kinship at that moment.

Yes! I often make that same expression too! I’ve felt that same feeling! Neris’s face, acting as if she’s the smartest in the world, yet lighting up with unexpected joy over something trivial!

She claims there’s nothing she won’t eat, and truly, there’s no food she refuses—but when she eats something she genuinely loves, she makes exactly that face!

She tries not to show it, but if you keep watching, you’ll notice! You’ll see she likes it! And that’s what makes it so adorable!

Affection born from finding someone cute usually stems from goodwill. Diane called that “good” kind of fondness love.

The same warm feeling her family gave her—the absolute gravitational pull that made her gaze unthinkingly, cherishing even the other’s flaws with tender care.

Diane felt reassured. Affection could be feigned, but there were limits. And right now, the Grand Duke—subject of those dreadful rumors—had no reason to pretend anything at all.

Bran whispered to Diane.

“Just a moment. The student council has arrived.”

Indeed, the music gradually ceased. Not only Diane and Bran, but every other couple dancing on the floor also froze mid-step.

Princess Izette, who had just entered accompanied by Valentine Elantria, wore a voluminous gown shimmering in silver. Like imperial formal attire, it exposed her shoulders and cinched tightly at the waist, yet her sleeves and skirt billowed like waves.

The skirt, woven with silver thread, gleamed with a subtle luster. Her solemn face framed ash-blond braids firmly pinned at the nape of her neck.

Both the now-graduated Crown Prince and Princess Izette were direct heirs of the imperial line. According to imperial protocol, garments woven with gold thread were reserved for those of “Your Highness” rank and above, while those woven with silver thread were for those of “Your Grace” rank and above.

Her dignified attire and resolute expression radiated the authority of the Vistal imperial house. Nobles stepped aside, bowing respectfully as she passed.

Neris, too, watched Izette walking proudly with her chest held high.

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