This was the first invitation I had received since I entered the palace. The invitation came from my nominal rival in love. It's from Catherine, the Prince's ex-fiancee.

"Sis, are you going to see her?" Vivian cocked her head. She also saw the struggle on my face.

How could I not struggle?

At the party, Catherine's defiant smile and the implied words still haunt me. I lowered my eyes and remembered that she was wearing a red dress similar to mine, but with a completely different aura, proud and arrogant.

"Miss, I don't think it's a good idea to turn down an invitation. You'll have to deal with them in...