The Prince Who Loved Me - Chapter 60

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Chapter 60

“Yes, that’s right. I suppose Sir Lucien visited here for the same reason?”

“Indeed. I came to order a tuxedo for the event, and I also purchased this jacket. What do you think of it, my lady?”

He spread his arms wide to show off his jacket.

“It looks wonderful! The color complements your green eyes perfectly!”

“Haha, then I’m relieved. Actually, I was quite taken with this fabric, so I made my move before it could catch His Highness the Crown Prince’s eye.”

“Really? The fabric does look exceptionally fine. It has such a lustrous sheen.”

“I didn’t want him to take away something I fancied again.”

Lucien gazed at Bada with a somewhat mysterious look in his eyes as he smiled.

“…Do you two have similar taste in clothing?”

“Yes. Perhaps because we’re relatives, His Highness and I have quite similar aesthetic sensibilities.”

“…”

“What appears beautiful to his eyes seems to appear beautiful to mine as well.”

At his somewhat meaningful words, Bada simply smiled softly instead of responding.

Lucien cleared his throat and changed the subject.

“By the way, the Royal Summer Gala will be your debut into Bernhardt’s social circle, won’t it, my lady?”

“Yes, that’s right. I’m preparing diligently, but honestly, I’m a bit worried. Do you have any tips you could share with me?”

“Tips… well, let me see.”

He tapped his chin with his index finger, appearing lost in thought, then whispered in her ear.

“This is a very important tip: you must eat dessert as quickly as possible once it’s served.”

“Why is that?”

“His Majesty the King finishes his dessert within two spoonfuls. If you hesitate, you might have to put down your utensils without even tasting the dessert.”

“Haha, I had no idea!”

It seemed to be due to the rule that when the King puts down his cutlery during a meal, everyone else at the table must also stop eating.

Lucien eventually gazed at her steadily with reassuring, gentle eyes.

“You don’t need to worry too much. You’ll do wonderfully, my lady.”

“Thank you for saying that. But I still don’t understand the dynamics of high society very well. And I don’t have any close friends either.”

“Don’t worry. Damien will explain everything in detail before the event. And I’m a bit hurt that you say you have no close friends. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Oh my, I misspoke. Let me correct what I just said. Having you here, Sir Lucien, makes me feel so much more confident!”

“Haha, then I’m glad to hear it.”

The two of them chatted about the ball for quite some time. Their conversation only came to an end when Lea appeared through the archway.

“Duke Haddington! It’s been so long!”

“Hello, Lea. How have you been?”

After a few more exchanges of formal pleasantries, the three of them gradually made their way out of the store.

When they opened the door, they could see a crowd gathered near the vehicles. Security guards were trying to control them by setting up barricades.

“There she is! There! The Crown Prince’s fiancée!”

“It’s Duke Haddington!”

It seemed the crowd had gathered not for Arturo, but to catch a glimpse of the Crown Prince’s fiancée. People shouted and surged toward Bada.

“Kyaaah! She’s even more beautiful in person!”

Even the security guards seemed flustered by the crowd that had suddenly multiplied like storm clouds. Lucien was pushed by the crowd, causing their shoulders to touch.

“Oh… I’m sorry…”

But before Lucien could finish his apology, Bada caught sight of an unidentified object shooting up like lightning from somewhere in the crowd.

‘What is that?’

Now she could see that someone had thrown an egg that was flying toward her and Lucien.

“Get out of Bernhardt, you unworthy foreigner!”

A man’s harsh scream could be heard, followed immediately by the fishy smell of egg hitting her nose.

At the same time, the startled gazes of Lucien and Bada met. Everything happened in an instant.

“…My lady?”

Then, Lucien looked with confused eyes at the umbrella spread out in front of him.

On the other side of the translucent umbrella, egg white and yolk could be seen dripping down.

Bada had reflexively opened the umbrella she was holding, saving them from the egg attack.

The startled Lucien said,

“If it weren’t for you, my lady, I would have been hit by that egg. Good heavens.”

“You both need to leave this area immediately!”

Before they could exchange any more words, a security guard who had approached quickly bundled Bada into the car.

The door slammed shut instantly and the noise died down.

“Huff…”

Bada caught her breath while staring out the window.

The scene was complete chaos. People screaming, umbrellas and eggshells rolling on the ground.

And even the perpetrator, who was being restrained by security guards while shouting with a menacing expression.

Bada’s heart was pounding wildly. She felt like there was ringing in her ears.

“Are you alright, my lady? Are you hurt anywhere?”

“Yes… I’m fine.”

Soon the sound of security guards frantically exchanging radio communications could be heard as the car hastily departed.

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Windswood House was turned upside down due to the egg terror incident targeting the Crown Prince’s fiancée.

Bada sat on the sofa, drinking chamomile tea that Harper had brought, trying to calm herself.

Reginald and the gardener also came running in alarm to check on her condition.

Mrs. Rosa also made quite a fuss.

Once her mind and body had settled, Bada turned on her tablet PC to check the news. As expected, the internet was flooded with news about the egg terror attack.

@NewsWeek_Bernhardt

‘Breaking News!

At approximately 4:25 PM today, an egg-throwing terror attack targeting the Crown Prince’s fiancée occurred on Bloomsbury Row.

The perpetrator caught in the act was found to have posted hundreds of posts online advocating far-right ideology.

He confessed his motive for the crime, stating that he “felt unbearable anger at a foreigner defiling the pure bloodline of the royal family.”‘

The comments on the article were an absolute mess.

People outraged by xenophobia and comments partially agreeing with the perpetrator’s views were in sharp conflict.

Moreover, the video of Bada opening her umbrella to block the egg had already become an internet meme circulating online.

@The Gary Show

Fact check! The most important virtue for the Crown Prince’s fiancée: reflexes.

(Short video of Lady Yu opening her umbrella to block the egg.)

Comments:

– Talking about pure bloodlines in the 21st century? What is this, the Middle Ages?

– What kind of reflexes are those? The Olympics lost a talent to the royal family.(That reflex tho… Olympic-level talent wasted on the Royals.)

– I thought I was watching a scene from Kingsman for a second….(thought I was watching Kingsman for a sec.)

– But honestly, let’s be real here—a foreign fiancée is a bad move. Prince, snap out of it! Did the shock of Princess Charlotte’s death mess with your head?

└Go ahead and advertise that you’re a racist. Advertise it. (Just say it out loud! ‘I am fucking racist’.)

└This is just my personal opinion. If you don’t like it, just move along.

– But if she’s Korean, doesn’t she eat kimchi? Royal cuisine doesn’t allow even a clove of garlic… I wonder if she’ll be okay?

└Wait, royals can’t eat garlic? Why not? (Hold on, Royals can’t eat garlic?? Since when?)

└Well, that’s because they’re fucking vampires.(Cause they’re vampires. Obvi.)

└There’s a folk belief that they don’t eat it because bad breath could cause diplomatic incidents.(garlic breath = diplomatic disaster at state dinners. That’s why it’s a no-go.)

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