Andres Francia observed the familiar lady standing before him. Confused, many different thoughts crossed his mind.
She was Princess Ophelia Arille?!
But the Princess was supposed to reach only now while he met her for the first time a week ago.
Back then, she said that she came here with her brother.
Did the Crown Prince stay here all those times too?
But why?
While his mind was filled with questions, the Princess curtsey before him. "I'm glad that we finally got to meet, Your Highness. I'm Ophelia Arille, the Princess of Aederin."
He was tight-lipped and all he did was staring at her with a confused face while everyone there thought that he was taken aback by the enchanting beauty of his bride-to-be. It went on for so long that Orius had to come forward and nudged him to snap him out of his stupor.