Chapter 89: Finally Getting A Sorry.

  Sehr soon bid farewell to Celia, leaving the dolled-up girl alone in the room. Or rather, maids were present, but they are just as poisoned by Celia’s cuteness as the Reri castle maids were. No help at all, you see…

  An Hour Later.

  Maid: “Princess Celia, Lady Cynthia, and Lady Sehr are ready.” She informed with a bow.

  Celia: “Hm? Ready for what?” She replied with a head tilt.

  Maid: “…You’ll see, Princess.” She didn’t answer, and her words were delayed, as Celia’s cuteness stun-locked her for a bit.

  Confused, Celia wordlessly followed the maid, who guided her out of the room. Not having explored this grand estate at all, Celia truly had no idea where she was going, so a guide was needed. Not like Celia knew where she was needed right now…

  A Walk Later.

  Eventually, Celia found herself at two large doors. Even without knowing the layout of the estate, Celia recognized this as a venue for… anything the Revers wished to celebrate or host.

  Wedding Music!

  Celia: “???”

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  As the doors opened, and wonderful music blasted her, the girl then noticed most of her family members there in the venue. Even a fool could tell… that a wedding was being celebrated right now.

  Cynthia: “Celia, go sit by your family.” She suggested, showing up behind the dazed girl.

  Celia: “…You two look amazing!” She earnestly praised.

  Sehr was by Cynthia’s side, and both were dressed up splendidly. Though each wearing wedding dresses, the designs were unique, making a distinct, but fitting match.

  Celia: “Why get married again, Cynthia?” She asked with a curious, happy tone.

  Cynthia: “I felt horrible leaving you out, and for not giving my wife a proper wedding. Now then, please sit down, and we shall get married once more!” She answered, excited, even though this was technically her second wedding.

  Everyone who was anyone… was invited to Sehr and Cynthia’s (official) wedding. The venue was full of nobles, some jealous of Sehr’s luck, others genuinely happy that the crazy Cynthia snagged such a perfect wife.

  Carma: “I really love weddings…” She mused with a smile, directing these words to her sister.

  Celia: “Me too. I mean, I like it so far. This is my first wedding, you know…” She replied with an embarrassed expression.

  Carma: “With all the people in your life, I’m certain that you’ll experience many more in the future.” She coaxed, patting Celia on the head.

  Celia: “…”

  Carma: “…”

  Celia: “Uhh…” She stuttered out.

  Carma: “Lem, remind me to… inquire Lady Cynthia about how to dress girls up in such… cute attire before we leave. No, this is a wedding… Just remind me to do it another day.” She ordered, oddly serious.

  Lem: “Certainly, My Lady.” She agreed with a bow, silently praying that Celia retains her sanity.

  Celia: “…” “Dammit! I knew that Carma was rubbing my head for too long, and staring at me… the same length.” She cursed in her thoughts, wishing to blame the instigator, Cynthia, but couldn’t.

  After all, this was the attacker’s wedding. One which was at least 50%… done to make Celia happy, and not left out of Cynthia’s life…