The prince came to me and Amy and held out his hand. There was a lot of applause for our dance. Well... I danced confidently (actually, I couldn't help it...) in the center of the gaudy hall. Thank you for your attention.
"Eh... but..."
Amy, who stretched out her hand, was humbled and even dyed her earlobe bright red.
"Come on..."
Putting my dancing aside, Amy's smooth movements and light steps . . . even recalling Roy's memories, I think so. It wasn't parental greed, by any means... I sent Amy confidently.
"Wow, that's amazing..."
"How beautiful... that woman looks like an angel."
When Prince Holi and Amy started dancing, everyone stopped dancing and stared at the center of the hall, and whispers mixed with sighs came out from here and there. That's right... it's not mine... or rather, Amy is Roy's proud daughter... I felt like screaming.