Luzia felt a prickling sensation at the back of her neck—an undeniable feeling of being watched.
Subtly, she turned her head, scanning the crowd. It didn't take long to find the source.
Princess Benedicta.
Seated among the noble guests, the princess stared at her with a gaze so sharp it could cut steel. Her arms were crossed, her expression unreadable but tinged with something that made Luzia's stomach twist. Disapproval? Irritation? A hint of something darker?
Luzia's lips pressed into a thin line as she turned back around, keeping her composure.
'Wait… Why is she looking at me like she wants to end me?'
She took a slow breath, suppressing the urge to scowl.
'She isn't supposed to develop feelings for Ignacio yet anyway…'
The thought sent another wave of frustration through her. As if this betrothal wasn't already enough of a mess, now the princess was looking at her like she was some kind of enemy?
