Four months later…
“And I was like, no! I don’t want to! And this guy had the audacity to show up in front of our house every day!” Lady Iondale complained and lifted her hands up in the air. “That guy is crazy, Tati, I’m telling you.”
Tatiana nodded her head and took a sip of her hot chocolate. Lady Iondale, or Marie, as she prefers to be called, is in front of her, complaining about this noble that keeps on trying to court her in the Iondale mansion. She goes on and on about how annoyed she is that her father is not even trying to shoo the guy away.
“Why don’t you give him a chance then?” the princess asked, placing the cup on top of the saucer. "Who knows? Maybe he suits your taste. Getting to know him is a better idea than keeping him outside your house.
“Are you kidding me?! The
