My Fiancée Hates Me novel Chapter 36

Garett never allowed me to see his coming-of-age ceremony in the end. I did not feel like seeing Prince Erik either for some reason for his. Charlotte dragged me out anyways and we watched the ceremony together be on the equivalence of a miniature festival.

I am glad that she did because the sight of Prince Erik traveling down the main road in a high seat with decorative jewels all over him was a sight that I could never forget.

One thing has changed...

On Prince Erik's birthday, I would often go out and buy Prince Erik the same presents I would in my first life and place them in the chest to preserve the memory. Now, I only continue to write letters. The letters became much like a diary from how frequently I wrote them.

Even after writing maybe over a hundred letters, I continued to write with the usual letter format and envelope. I have gone to the stationary stores so often that they now do delivery service only for my residence.

I also began regularly exchanging letters with Garett. If I were to compare the number of letters I would send to Garett and the amount I left stacked with my letters to Prince Erik, they were nearly the same amount with Prince Erik slightly in the lead.

I found it a bit odd how Garett used the same tone of writing as royalty. It must be because direct lineage and indirect families are taught by the same Royal Tutors that ask every one of the bloodlines to write a certain way in order to preserve their heritage.

"Young Miss, a package has come from you from Sir Garett," Stella said as she came in with a large pastel yellow box with an evergreen-colored ribbon.

"...This is his way of saying that he is not coming," I said dejectedly.

"He must have had good intentions, Young Miss," Stella said.

"...I will look at it later," I said as I placed the box on my bed.

My debutante entrance went off without a hitch. I started wearing more effeminate dresses that complimented my newly grown and ever-changing body and had perfected my braiding skills for my hair.

"You have become very beautiful, My Fair Lady," Randall Maddox my cousin of the same age said.

Randall Maddox was part of Kaya Ouchi's posse back in my first life. I do not doubt that Dolton had a part to play in bringing Kaya Ouchi in to meet me. I just do not believe that he alone had enough prestige or the brains to sneak her in. Multiple people must have been at work.

The main people of power beside Kaya Ouchi were a follower of the church sect Gavin Lord, my cousin Randall Maddox, the son of a high ranked official Channing Wells, and the son of a Knight, Dolton Grass. Obviously, the first one I would expect is my family member.

The people that can hurt you the most are always the people closest to you...

"Thank you for coming, Randall," I said with a professional smile. Holding in my contempt for him is more difficult than it seems. "It has been a while... For cousins, it is odd for us not to meet often."

"I have heard of your business adventures."

I had been able to launch off my make beauty product line after my success in my shampoo and conditioner line. My failures from my first life helped propel my success much faster than if I had not used my past memories.

"...It is a bit rude to talk about business so early in catching up."

"...My apologies for that. I think that talking about what you have been doing is part of catching up. It is just that my mother has been interested in your company's products."

"Oh? Really?"

I know exactly how my uncle's wife has been applying for my products. She is not someone directly related, so I know that it is difficult for her to assert herself using her name in order to move up the waiting list.

His mother sent Randall to me in order to build relations with me in hope that could move up the ladder. A woman's greed for beauty has no bounds.

"I was wondering if My Fair Lady would be willing to make an exception to the waiting list for my mother?"

Randall has not done anything to me yet... How can I keep him submissive to me instead?

"I will always make an exception for my cousin," I replied with a sweet smile. "I wonder if you are willing to do the same."

He seemed taken aback my smile. I was emotionally unattached for the first few years of my life. It was only until I met Erik that I learned that I had emotions and became more invested in expressing myself because it proved to be more politically advantageous. Falsifying your facial expressions depending on the situation gives the person more edge.