Chapter 7

Kalla's POV

"Why? Everyone is invited."

"Not everyone, your highness. I'm just a follower, a slave."

"W-What?" He frowned at me, and he looked all over me.

"I thought you were a princess, but what the—you're even prettier with those—"

"There's a princess wearing a rag, dear prince? Maybe it's just dark; that's why you're a little confused." I laughed.

"No, my family doesn't make mistakes with beautiful people." He played with the cup he was holding.

"Dear prince, they might be looking for you inside."

"Cut the formality; you can call me Colson. Prince Colson Isidore Viardellon, the 10th Prince from Parsua Avalon, and you are?"

He extended his hand to me. Should I hold her hand? Should he still know me? I am just a servant.

"Come on, I have fangs, but I always give warnings if I try to bite someone. Don't be scared." Because the prince in front of me was insistent, I extended my hand to him.

"Kallaine Seraphina Verlas,