The Duchess put away the beautiful little black fan in her hand, her red lips pursed slightly, the corners of her lips pulled down, her brows tightened, and her eyes swept over the girl next to Fu Yue with displeasure.

Such an expression clearly means nasty.

"Andrea, you talk a bit much, as a lady, how can you say such things to your sister regardless of the occasion, I can consider mentioning to the Duke about your retaking the etiquette class."

The Duchess is a love-hate character.

For example, now.

She clearly expressed her dislike for Andrea.

Andrea's face turned pale, she was afraid of the Duke of White Rose, the serious and old-fashioned man, even if this man was her father in the sense of blood.

Even if she was not angry in her heart, Andrea was still soft on the surface, and no longer jumped blindly in front of Fu Yue, she honestly stood next to the Duchess, biting her lip slightly, and secretly rolled her eyes at Fu Yue.

Fu Yue: "......"

Stupid.

The banquet officially began.

Two large and heavy doors were opened, and when viewed from the outside to the inside, the first thing that caught your eye was a blanket that stretched to the center of the castle hall, painted with intricate patterns, with the elegance and luxury of the Middle Ages, and the color was mainly dark blue and dark red, and the color was bright.

Two rows of well-dressed servants stood inside the door with plates, and an old gentleman in the shape of a butler, dressed in an elegant black tuxedo, with one hand in front of his lower abdomen, bowed to the guests.

Pure and elegant British pronunciation, spit out fluent vocabulary.

"Ladies and ladies, welcome to His Royal Highness Prince Charles' birthday party......"

Wait for the old gentleman to finish speaking.

The guests took their seats.

Fu Yue and her sisters naturally sat with the Duchess, sitting closer to the main seat.

Fu Yue raised his eyes and glanced at the people in the hall.

Most of them were blonde and blue-eyed court beauties, and she was the only one with black hair, and Fu Yue could even feel that her eyes fell on her from time to time, accompanied by a low laugh.

Fu Yue didn't think anything.

She even glanced slightly sideways in that direction, and her white and sharp face pulled an arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

The girls over there: "......"

They used to laugh at this Chloa like this, why did she react completely differently than before?

How could they have thought that in the same shell, the soul was already completely different...... A demon from hell.

Powerful, aloof, extremely conceited.

Cloya has always had low self-esteem before, although she has always tried her best to pretend to be arrogant, but what is hidden under the mask is a moment of inferiority and sensitivity.

And the current Fu Yue has never had such a feeling of inferiority.

If it was to be replaced by Fu Yue, she would definitely say.

"Huh? Inferiority? What the hell is that emotion?"

The gaze fell on the beautiful face of the black-haired girl, and the eyes of the aristocratic ladies were invariably a little more subtle.

Although Kloya was discriminated against because of this black hair, there was one more