After sending Rozete back to her room, Celine immediately went to find Duke Adrian.
“What brings you here so early in the morning?”
“It’s about the young miss.”
Busy with paperwork, Duke Adrian put his quill in the inkpot and looked up. He gestured for Celine to come closer.
“Is something wrong with Rozete?”
“No, it’s not that something happened.”
“Then what is it? You wouldn’t come all this way if it wasn’t something important.”
Celine hesitated before finally speaking, encouraged by Duke Adrian’s urging voice.
“Actually, the young miss came to me earlier. She asked if there was magic to change her hair color.”
“Her hair color?”
“Yes.”
Duke Adrian’s expression grew more serious.
“Does she dislike her pink hair?”
He had heard stories from Joan and the other maids over the past few months about how Rozete despised her appearance.
At first, Duke Adrian didn’t believe it.
But occasionally, listening to what Rozete said and observing her actions, he realized Joan was right.
Especially, Rozete didn’t seem to like her pink hair much. It was strange. There wasn’t a particular trend in the empire against pink hair.
Why did Rozete view her appearance so unfavorably?
Wondering if she had heard negative comments about her appearance at the orphanage, he had inquired but found no such indication.
Especially a girl named Jane, whom Rozete dearly missed, had said, ‘Rozete? Everyone liked Rozete! She’s cute! I always envied Rozete’s pink hair!’
“No, it’s not that. She seemed happy when people said they liked her hair color.”
“Then?”
“Judging by the fact that she wants the same hair color as the two young masters and Miss Isabelle, it seems to be an issue of belonging. It must be because she alone has a different hair color in the Adrian family.”
This was entirely unexpected.
“So, she doesn’t dislike her pink hair, she just doesn’t want to feel excluded.”
Duke Adrian chuckled meaningfully.
“We just need to make her feel a sense of belonging, don’t we?”
Rozete looked dejectedly at the mirror. She had just heard from Celine, ‘I cannot teach you such magic.’ Even Celine, who was always lenient with Rozete, was quite firm this time. Hence, Rozete didn’t dare to ask again, ‘But can’t you teach me anyway? Please!’
“What’s making you so sad, Miss?”
“Just…”
She couldn’t bring herself to tell the truth. For some reason, she thought Joan might feel sad if she heard, ‘I dislike my hair color, so I want to be platinum blonde like everyone else.’
Unaware of Rozete’s dilemma, Joan whispered, “Why would our beautiful young lady be sad?” and gently brushed her hair.
Just as Joan had tied Rozete’s hair into two braids, the mansion’s butler, Sebastian, came in.
“Miss, I’ve come to take you. Let’s go have breakfast.”
Rozete tilted her head in confusion.
“What about Lucas?”
Usually, it was Lucas who came to fetch her for meals. He typically barged into the room shouting, ‘Midget! Let’s go eat!’
“Master Lucas is already waiting in the dining room.”
“Is he? Okay.”
Rozete thought nothing of it and hopped off the chair. The physical training she had been doing with Lucas every morning had paid off; she could now easily make such jumps.
She briskly followed Sebastian to the dining room. Her high ponytails swung from side to side as she walked. However, the dining room was empty, with only plates and cutlery on the table.
‘Why is nobody here?’
Just as Rozete blinked in confusion, Lucas burst out of the kitchen, shouting.
“Ta-da! Midget! Look at me!”
Rozete’s eyes widened at the sight of him, and then she burst into laughter.
“What is that!”
Lucas’s hair, which had been platinum blonde, was now dyed the same pink as Rozete’s.
Lucas swaggered over to her, shaking his head.
“How about it? Don’t I look good with pink hair?”
“That… Pfft!”
Rozete covered her mouth with her hands, trying to stifle her laughter, but it was unstoppable.
“It suits you… Haha, well.”
It wasn’t exactly a lie. She was just not accustomed to seeing him with anything but platinum blonde hair, but objectively, the pink hair suited him.
“We all prepared this for you.”
“We?”
“Yes, us!”
Lucas clapped his hands as Rozete looked puzzled, signaling the others to come out from the kitchen. Isabelle, Daniel, and even Duke Adrian emerged.
The common thread was that all three, instead of their signature Adrian platinum blonde, had their hair dyed pink.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
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Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
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