The butler said no more, instructed someone to serve tea, and then waited respectfully to the side.
Looking at the maids standing on both sides and then at the elegant and luxurious castle, Cheryl sighed inwardly. The princess had not yet appeared, but her presence was already overwhelming.
Suddenly, there was a soft sound of footsteps from the second floor. Cheryl looked up and saw a young girl slowly descending from the second floor. She was wearing a long white dress, gentle and graceful, elegant and noble, as if she was one with the magnificent castle behind her.
As the young girl came closer, his eyes were filled with an ever-deeper admiration.
Having mingled among socialites across various countries and seen many royal princesses, no princess had left as profound an impression on him as this girl. It was as though she was born to be a princess; her every frown and smile was elegant, her every movement noble, all making her seem so unique.
