Bianca seemed a little hesitant here. It was obvious that she was having trouble expressing her opinion. Ariadne decided to change the question.
“How are you feeling now, Your Highness?”
Ariadne wanted to handle everything for Bianca.
Although it would have been personally desirable to be able to take advantage of Ippolito on this occasion, her conscience would not allow her to instigate and use the giant chick Princess who had been through something bad for her own purposes.
When Bianca couldn't answer, Ariadne threw out some examples.
“Are you angry? Want revenge? Or on the contrary, are you indifferent? Or are you ashamed?”
The young Princess reacted to the word 'shameful'.
“You know, Countess...”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Is this... is it right for me to feel ashamed?”
Bianca looked genuinely bewildered.
“I won, didn’t I?”
In Bianca's world, this event was recorded as a match. There was an enemy invasion, but it was successfully defended.
Then she couldn't understand why she had to feel ashamed after winning when it was something to be proud of.
“Shouldn’t he be the one feeling the shame?”
Ariadne couldn't hold back her laughter this time, even though she had been barely holding it in.
“Hahahahahahahahahahaha!”
Ippolito, whose double eyelid burst. The young heir of the dukedom says it is her victory. She is strangely cheerful.
The only young female Countess in the capital held her stomach and laughed. Her careful demeanor and manners were all a dog's laugh.
Bianca felt a strange sense of liberation as she watched Ariadne do things she was 'not supposed to do'.
Her nanny taught her that noble women should not laugh loudly in front of others.
Another thing on Bianca's learning list was that she shouldn't act conspicuously in front of people of higher status than her.
But Ariadne's actions were as natural as flowing water. Nothing was annoying or unpleasant about them.
After laughing for a while, Countess de Mare looked at Bianca and smiled brightly once more.
“That’s right. It was Ippolito who lost the fight. My goodness, he got knocked out in one blow by a girl who was even smaller than him. It’s a disgrace to the family, and I can’t even say anything. If I were Ippolito, I would be ashamed for the rest of my life.”
Although it was a bit of a problem that Ippolito was a man who didn't know shame. Bianca asked with a face that still seemed to not understand.
“Am I right? But why does the nanny say that this should be shameful?”
Ariadne swallowed the urge to cause some trouble here.
Baroness Giannelli was not the type of person one would ever want to associate with, and she caused Ariadne a lot of trouble, but she was someone who had taken care of Bianca for a very long time and was very close to the Princess.
And at least Baroness Giannelli's affection for the Princess was genuine.
Ariadne thought that Baroness Giannelli was wrong in her approach to Princess Bianca and that in the long run, the Princess should become independent from her wet nurse, but this was only her personal opinion.
Ariadne, who had only recently met Bianca and was not a family member but an outsider, had no reason to forcibly take the nanny away from the Princess.
“The Baroness... has traditional values.”
Ariadne explained as roundly as possible.
“A woman’s greatest happiness is meeting a man and having a child, and a woman’s worth is determined by the man she meets. That’s the value system.”
Bianca's face darkened when she heard that. It was something she had always heard since she was little.
And this was also a stage where Bianca herself could never achieve good results.
Men like women who are pretty and protective, but Princess Bianca is neither of those two.
Her broad shoulders, angular face, and incredibly high status made her more suited to protecting men than to arousing their protective instincts.
“But... I wonder if I really have to live like that.”
Ariadne said with a slight sigh.
“Of course, there are people who need that kind of life to survive. In fact, most women living in the Central Continent need men. If they are nobles, they have no titles, and if they are commoners, they have no labor.”
For nobles, without a title, there is no income, and for commoners, it is impossible to make a living with the money they earn from sewing.
It is necessary to have at least one person in the household who grows wheat to make a decent living.
“But the Princess is free there. You are the sole heir of Taranto. You could marry, hand over the rule of Taranto to your husband, and live as his wife. But the Princess has the choice not to do that, unlike others.”
If she remains unmarried, the rule of Taranto will be entirely Bianca's.
Everyone called her the 'Princess of Taranto' because she was still young—or because the Taranto fiefdom did not change the title of Princess Bianca recorded in official documents—but in fact, Bianca had been the 'Duke of Taranto' since the moment her father died.
Ariadne said with a smile.
“In fact, Your Highness, you don’t need to be pretty or a good wife. You are the one who chooses, not the one who is chosen.”
Ariadne hummed softly.
“What other people think of as a good life and what I feel comfortable and truly good life may not be the same. It took me a long time to realize this.”
But Bianca was not easily persuaded. She looked at Ariadne with a suspicious look.
“But isn’t the Countess a pretty and excellent wife?”
In Bianca's view, Ariadne was just like her in that she was a woman of title.
But Ariadne, unlike Bianca, possesses all the virtues required by San Carlo.
Ariadne's appearance was such that Bianca would have traded it for a title if only she could have been born that way.
A small face and good proportions, smooth, voluminous black hair, a slim yet curvy figure despite her tall stature, and expensive, well-tailored dresses in the latest fashions of the capital. She is the kind of woman any man would want to have as his wife.
Moreover, even Bianca, who was imprisoned in Taranto, had heard that Countess de Mare was 'very religious'.
Although Bianca did not discern the implications sharply, the common praise for the piety of the Presbyterians was that they were chaste, kind, obedient to their husbands, and wise.
“Why do you say you don’t need anything when you have everything?”
Ariadne agreed obediently.
“If you have good looks, there are many good things about you.”
And a reputation for being wise and kind reduces the disadvantages of having a good appearance.
“Pretty people get attention wherever they go. And people are kinder to them. Sometimes, they make things easier for them that wouldn’t normally happen, and if you’re lucky, once in your life, you can change your life by getting married. You become Cinderella.”
Ariadne spoke in a low voice, her voice husky and pleasant to the ear.
“But everything has a trade-off.”
Ariadne, having said this, laughed bitterly.
“Do you know where I am and what I am doing now?”
Bianca shook her head. She had no idea. Ariadne spoke plainly.
“There was a man I saw exactly twice, almost five years ago.”
Ariadne remembered it twice.
“He liked me. I had no idea. I saw him twice.”
Bianca's eyes lit up with admiration after hearing this. Just meeting her would make a man fall in love with her, how amazing!
“But that person, because he didn’t think he could meet me, went around badmouthing me to the neighbors.”
"Ah?"
Bianca was embarrassed. If she's pretty, shouldn't she be treated well?
“‘Ariadne de Mare is a bad person,’ ‘She’s a bitch,’ ‘She’s a man-eating snake,’ etc. They even made up things that I didn’t say and slandered me.”
“That’s horrible!”
Although it was an oversimplification of Elko's life story, the story he told Bianca was the gist of it, with the branches roughly cut out.
“The feeling of being noticed and being proud is fleeting and then comes the taxes that must be paid. The scariest thing is ‘jealousy.’”
“Are you, are you jealous...?”
“Actually, this happened to my sister, not me. My sister is much more beautiful than me.”
Bianca nodded.
“I saw her at the ball. She was very pretty.”
The beauty of Isabella de Mare, now Countess Contarini, seemed to have spread all the way to Taranto, the town at the end of the earth.
Bianca, who heard the rumor, was curious enough to look for Isabella among the ball attendees.
“My sister was involved in a scandal a while ago...”
Ariadne told her about the scandal between Isabella and the Marquis of Campa.
Bianca listened intently, completely forgetting both fatigue and surprise. Her eyes were wide open and her lips were wide open.
“The speed at which rumors spread was greater than I could have imagined. Rumors from San Carlo, however sensational, usually spread much more slowly than that.”
It was partly Camellia's fault for gritting her teeth and spreading the rumor, but people who had feelings for Isabella also volunteered to be messengers.
Much of this resentment was due to Isabella's own behavior, but some of it came from people who had no connection with Isabella but who held a grudge against her.
“People who are in the spotlight don’t always get positive attention. Their downfall is a much more interesting story than their success. Just think of the people in your city who are always looking at you, waiting for you to fall.”
“Uh...”
Bianca grew up only in the Taranto estate, where she was loved and pitied.
Encountering such a large amount of malice was something she had never imagined.
“There are pros and cons. As with anything, there are cons. It would be great if people could weigh the pros and cons and choose according to their personality. People who are less vulnerable and more extroverted would be more noticeable, and people who are timid and introverted would be less noticeable.”
But the goddess of fate does not take such things into account when giving a person traits.
The life of a person who loves to be in the spotlight more than anyone else but is otherwise ordinary in every way would be very miserable. But the opposite is also true.
In a way, Isabella was born with a perfect aptitude for the job.
“It’s too much to envy someone just by looking at the bright side because the dark side is too big. But when you envy someone, you don’t seem to think that far.”
Ariadne suddenly thought.
'Me too.'
Because Ariadne was really jealous of Isabella. Of course, Isabella in this life, and Isabella in her past life, must have had their own worries.
“I...”
Bianca opened her mouth slowly.
“I don’t know what kind of person I am.”
Ariadne smiled. It was only natural.
“Your Highness, you are only fifteen years old.”
Ariadne, too, was barely able to come to terms with this after living her life twice.
If an adolescent girl has a clear understanding of her aptitude and characteristics, she should be suspected of being a regressor.
“...But I want to be a little more free than I am now.”
“How?”
“There are so many things I can’t do.”
Bianca loved to ride horses. The de Carlo bloodline could not be fooled.
She was good at most sports and had even heard from the horse manager of the Taranto estate that 'the Princess was better at taming foul-tempered horses than our stable ace.'
But Baroness Giannelli really hated her doing dangerous and manly things.
“What are you going to do if you fall off your horse?”
All Bianca was permitted was a woman's riding dress and the practice of riding with one leg crossed—an old-fashioned posture that was no longer practiced even in San Carlo.
“I speak well, but...”
Ariadne smiled brightly.
“How about asking your cousin for a favor?”
"Ask?"
“Please come play with me often while I am in the capital.”
If Prince Alfonso himself took her out, Baroness Giannelli would have nothing to say.
“The Prince and his knights train every day. I’m sure that horsemanship training is part of that. Let’s ride together!”
Bianca's eyes came alive again.
“Yes, will it work?”
“Yes, I’m sure the Prince will allow it.”
If he doesn't allow it, then make him allow it. That was the confidence of a woman who had just been confessed to.
“Do what is comfortable and natural for Your Highness.”
Ariadne paused for a moment, then spoke a little more slowly.
“...If there’s anything you need my help with, I’ll be happy to help you anytime.”
She said this because she saw Arabella overlap with Bianca's appearance.
Bianca did not realize that this was a very great favor on Ariadne's part.
It's inevitable for someone with little social experience. But she was already in a state of excitement.
“I feel relieved after talking to the Countess!”
Ariadne laughed.
“Come and chat anytime. I also enjoy talking to you, Your Highness.”
But there was one obstacle for Bianca to visit Ariadne's house. It was Ippolito. The conversation returned to square one.
“...What would you like to do with ny brother?”
Ariadne asked.
“Should I just ask the Cardinal and have him handed over to Taranto?”
After that, it would be up to Bianca, or more precisely, Baroness Giannelli, to decide what to do with it.
But Bianca couldn't answer and looked at Ariadne's expression. Ariadne realized that it was 'that's a bit' and smiled.
“You can speak comfortably.”
“That’s...”
Bianca opened her mouth, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
“...Isn’t there a reason why the nanny speaks like that?”
Ariadne nodded.
“It’s not entirely unreasonable.”
Because the mouths of the San Carlo gentry are fearsome and merciless.
“The nanny... is someone who does a lot for me.”
If Baroness Giannelli's obsessive attitude had not even been laced with affection, Bianca would not have endured it for so long.
“I feel uneasy about ignoring it altogether.”
“But you don’t want Ippolito to go away unpunished, do you?”
Bianca nodded, looking at Ariadne's expression.
The answer was the same for Baroness Giannelli and Princess Bianca, but since she was young and cute, she could understand it in her heart. Ariadne smiled a little to herself.
“Then how about this, Your Highness?”
Her smile grew a little wider.
“I think there might be a way.”
Ariadne whispered in Bianca's ear.
“Actually, Ippolito is not my brother.”
“What is that...”
Bianca asked in confusion. Does that mean you've been severing ties? Ariadne kindly added an explanation.
“Ippolito de Mare is not of Cardinal de Mare’s blood.”
“Ah...?”
But why are you raising him as your son at home? Are you the child of a person who has received grace?
“And His Eminence the Cardinal is still unaware of that fact.”
“Huh?”
It was too much of a story to digest in one day. The eyes of the innocent fifteen-year-old country girl grew as big as lanterns.
A sophisticated city girl was smiling brightly in front of Princess Bianca.
“How are you feeling now, Your Highness?”
Ariadne wanted to handle everything for Bianca.
Although it would have been personally desirable to be able to take advantage of Ippolito on this occasion, her conscience would not allow her to instigate and use the giant chick Princess who had been through something bad for her own purposes.
When Bianca couldn't answer, Ariadne threw out some examples.
“Are you angry? Want revenge? Or on the contrary, are you indifferent? Or are you ashamed?”
The young Princess reacted to the word 'shameful'.
“You know, Countess...”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Is this... is it right for me to feel ashamed?”
Bianca looked genuinely bewildered.
“I won, didn’t I?”
In Bianca's world, this event was recorded as a match. There was an enemy invasion, but it was successfully defended.
Then she couldn't understand why she had to feel ashamed after winning when it was something to be proud of.
“Shouldn’t he be the one feeling the shame?”
Ariadne couldn't hold back her laughter this time, even though she had been barely holding it in.
“Hahahahahahahahahahaha!”
Ippolito, whose double eyelid burst. The young heir of the dukedom says it is her victory. She is strangely cheerful.
The only young female Countess in the capital held her stomach and laughed. Her careful demeanor and manners were all a dog's laugh.
Bianca felt a strange sense of liberation as she watched Ariadne do things she was 'not supposed to do'.
Her nanny taught her that noble women should not laugh loudly in front of others.
Another thing on Bianca's learning list was that she shouldn't act conspicuously in front of people of higher status than her.
But Ariadne's actions were as natural as flowing water. Nothing was annoying or unpleasant about them.
After laughing for a while, Countess de Mare looked at Bianca and smiled brightly once more.
“That’s right. It was Ippolito who lost the fight. My goodness, he got knocked out in one blow by a girl who was even smaller than him. It’s a disgrace to the family, and I can’t even say anything. If I were Ippolito, I would be ashamed for the rest of my life.”
Although it was a bit of a problem that Ippolito was a man who didn't know shame. Bianca asked with a face that still seemed to not understand.
“Am I right? But why does the nanny say that this should be shameful?”
Ariadne swallowed the urge to cause some trouble here.
Baroness Giannelli was not the type of person one would ever want to associate with, and she caused Ariadne a lot of trouble, but she was someone who had taken care of Bianca for a very long time and was very close to the Princess.
And at least Baroness Giannelli's affection for the Princess was genuine.
Ariadne thought that Baroness Giannelli was wrong in her approach to Princess Bianca and that in the long run, the Princess should become independent from her wet nurse, but this was only her personal opinion.
Ariadne, who had only recently met Bianca and was not a family member but an outsider, had no reason to forcibly take the nanny away from the Princess.
“The Baroness... has traditional values.”
Ariadne explained as roundly as possible.
“A woman’s greatest happiness is meeting a man and having a child, and a woman’s worth is determined by the man she meets. That’s the value system.”
Bianca's face darkened when she heard that. It was something she had always heard since she was little.
And this was also a stage where Bianca herself could never achieve good results.
Men like women who are pretty and protective, but Princess Bianca is neither of those two.
Her broad shoulders, angular face, and incredibly high status made her more suited to protecting men than to arousing their protective instincts.
“But... I wonder if I really have to live like that.”
Ariadne said with a slight sigh.
“Of course, there are people who need that kind of life to survive. In fact, most women living in the Central Continent need men. If they are nobles, they have no titles, and if they are commoners, they have no labor.”
For nobles, without a title, there is no income, and for commoners, it is impossible to make a living with the money they earn from sewing.
It is necessary to have at least one person in the household who grows wheat to make a decent living.
“But the Princess is free there. You are the sole heir of Taranto. You could marry, hand over the rule of Taranto to your husband, and live as his wife. But the Princess has the choice not to do that, unlike others.”
If she remains unmarried, the rule of Taranto will be entirely Bianca's.
Everyone called her the 'Princess of Taranto' because she was still young—or because the Taranto fiefdom did not change the title of Princess Bianca recorded in official documents—but in fact, Bianca had been the 'Duke of Taranto' since the moment her father died.
Ariadne said with a smile.
“In fact, Your Highness, you don’t need to be pretty or a good wife. You are the one who chooses, not the one who is chosen.”
Ariadne hummed softly.
“What other people think of as a good life and what I feel comfortable and truly good life may not be the same. It took me a long time to realize this.”
But Bianca was not easily persuaded. She looked at Ariadne with a suspicious look.
“But isn’t the Countess a pretty and excellent wife?”
In Bianca's view, Ariadne was just like her in that she was a woman of title.
But Ariadne, unlike Bianca, possesses all the virtues required by San Carlo.
Ariadne's appearance was such that Bianca would have traded it for a title if only she could have been born that way.
A small face and good proportions, smooth, voluminous black hair, a slim yet curvy figure despite her tall stature, and expensive, well-tailored dresses in the latest fashions of the capital. She is the kind of woman any man would want to have as his wife.
Moreover, even Bianca, who was imprisoned in Taranto, had heard that Countess de Mare was 'very religious'.
Although Bianca did not discern the implications sharply, the common praise for the piety of the Presbyterians was that they were chaste, kind, obedient to their husbands, and wise.
“Why do you say you don’t need anything when you have everything?”
Ariadne agreed obediently.
“If you have good looks, there are many good things about you.”
And a reputation for being wise and kind reduces the disadvantages of having a good appearance.
“Pretty people get attention wherever they go. And people are kinder to them. Sometimes, they make things easier for them that wouldn’t normally happen, and if you’re lucky, once in your life, you can change your life by getting married. You become Cinderella.”
Ariadne spoke in a low voice, her voice husky and pleasant to the ear.
“But everything has a trade-off.”
Ariadne, having said this, laughed bitterly.
“Do you know where I am and what I am doing now?”
Bianca shook her head. She had no idea. Ariadne spoke plainly.
“There was a man I saw exactly twice, almost five years ago.”
Ariadne remembered it twice.
“He liked me. I had no idea. I saw him twice.”
Bianca's eyes lit up with admiration after hearing this. Just meeting her would make a man fall in love with her, how amazing!
“But that person, because he didn’t think he could meet me, went around badmouthing me to the neighbors.”
"Ah?"
Bianca was embarrassed. If she's pretty, shouldn't she be treated well?
“‘Ariadne de Mare is a bad person,’ ‘She’s a bitch,’ ‘She’s a man-eating snake,’ etc. They even made up things that I didn’t say and slandered me.”
“That’s horrible!”
Although it was an oversimplification of Elko's life story, the story he told Bianca was the gist of it, with the branches roughly cut out.
“The feeling of being noticed and being proud is fleeting and then comes the taxes that must be paid. The scariest thing is ‘jealousy.’”
“Are you, are you jealous...?”
“Actually, this happened to my sister, not me. My sister is much more beautiful than me.”
Bianca nodded.
“I saw her at the ball. She was very pretty.”
The beauty of Isabella de Mare, now Countess Contarini, seemed to have spread all the way to Taranto, the town at the end of the earth.
Bianca, who heard the rumor, was curious enough to look for Isabella among the ball attendees.
“My sister was involved in a scandal a while ago...”
Ariadne told her about the scandal between Isabella and the Marquis of Campa.
Bianca listened intently, completely forgetting both fatigue and surprise. Her eyes were wide open and her lips were wide open.
“The speed at which rumors spread was greater than I could have imagined. Rumors from San Carlo, however sensational, usually spread much more slowly than that.”
It was partly Camellia's fault for gritting her teeth and spreading the rumor, but people who had feelings for Isabella also volunteered to be messengers.
Much of this resentment was due to Isabella's own behavior, but some of it came from people who had no connection with Isabella but who held a grudge against her.
“People who are in the spotlight don’t always get positive attention. Their downfall is a much more interesting story than their success. Just think of the people in your city who are always looking at you, waiting for you to fall.”
“Uh...”
Bianca grew up only in the Taranto estate, where she was loved and pitied.
Encountering such a large amount of malice was something she had never imagined.
“There are pros and cons. As with anything, there are cons. It would be great if people could weigh the pros and cons and choose according to their personality. People who are less vulnerable and more extroverted would be more noticeable, and people who are timid and introverted would be less noticeable.”
But the goddess of fate does not take such things into account when giving a person traits.
The life of a person who loves to be in the spotlight more than anyone else but is otherwise ordinary in every way would be very miserable. But the opposite is also true.
In a way, Isabella was born with a perfect aptitude for the job.
“It’s too much to envy someone just by looking at the bright side because the dark side is too big. But when you envy someone, you don’t seem to think that far.”
Ariadne suddenly thought.
'Me too.'
Because Ariadne was really jealous of Isabella. Of course, Isabella in this life, and Isabella in her past life, must have had their own worries.
“I...”
Bianca opened her mouth slowly.
“I don’t know what kind of person I am.”
Ariadne smiled. It was only natural.
“Your Highness, you are only fifteen years old.”
Ariadne, too, was barely able to come to terms with this after living her life twice.
If an adolescent girl has a clear understanding of her aptitude and characteristics, she should be suspected of being a regressor.
“...But I want to be a little more free than I am now.”
“How?”
“There are so many things I can’t do.”
Bianca loved to ride horses. The de Carlo bloodline could not be fooled.
She was good at most sports and had even heard from the horse manager of the Taranto estate that 'the Princess was better at taming foul-tempered horses than our stable ace.'
But Baroness Giannelli really hated her doing dangerous and manly things.
“What are you going to do if you fall off your horse?”
All Bianca was permitted was a woman's riding dress and the practice of riding with one leg crossed—an old-fashioned posture that was no longer practiced even in San Carlo.
“I speak well, but...”
Ariadne smiled brightly.
“How about asking your cousin for a favor?”
"Ask?"
“Please come play with me often while I am in the capital.”
If Prince Alfonso himself took her out, Baroness Giannelli would have nothing to say.
“The Prince and his knights train every day. I’m sure that horsemanship training is part of that. Let’s ride together!”
Bianca's eyes came alive again.
“Yes, will it work?”
“Yes, I’m sure the Prince will allow it.”
If he doesn't allow it, then make him allow it. That was the confidence of a woman who had just been confessed to.
“Do what is comfortable and natural for Your Highness.”
Ariadne paused for a moment, then spoke a little more slowly.
“...If there’s anything you need my help with, I’ll be happy to help you anytime.”
She said this because she saw Arabella overlap with Bianca's appearance.
Bianca did not realize that this was a very great favor on Ariadne's part.
It's inevitable for someone with little social experience. But she was already in a state of excitement.
“I feel relieved after talking to the Countess!”
Ariadne laughed.
“Come and chat anytime. I also enjoy talking to you, Your Highness.”
But there was one obstacle for Bianca to visit Ariadne's house. It was Ippolito. The conversation returned to square one.
“...What would you like to do with ny brother?”
Ariadne asked.
“Should I just ask the Cardinal and have him handed over to Taranto?”
After that, it would be up to Bianca, or more precisely, Baroness Giannelli, to decide what to do with it.
But Bianca couldn't answer and looked at Ariadne's expression. Ariadne realized that it was 'that's a bit' and smiled.
“You can speak comfortably.”
“That’s...”
Bianca opened her mouth, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
“...Isn’t there a reason why the nanny speaks like that?”
Ariadne nodded.
“It’s not entirely unreasonable.”
Because the mouths of the San Carlo gentry are fearsome and merciless.
“The nanny... is someone who does a lot for me.”
If Baroness Giannelli's obsessive attitude had not even been laced with affection, Bianca would not have endured it for so long.
“I feel uneasy about ignoring it altogether.”
“But you don’t want Ippolito to go away unpunished, do you?”
Bianca nodded, looking at Ariadne's expression.
The answer was the same for Baroness Giannelli and Princess Bianca, but since she was young and cute, she could understand it in her heart. Ariadne smiled a little to herself.
“Then how about this, Your Highness?”
Her smile grew a little wider.
“I think there might be a way.”
Ariadne whispered in Bianca's ear.
“Actually, Ippolito is not my brother.”
“What is that...”
Bianca asked in confusion. Does that mean you've been severing ties? Ariadne kindly added an explanation.
“Ippolito de Mare is not of Cardinal de Mare’s blood.”
“Ah...?”
But why are you raising him as your son at home? Are you the child of a person who has received grace?
“And His Eminence the Cardinal is still unaware of that fact.”
“Huh?”
It was too much of a story to digest in one day. The eyes of the innocent fifteen-year-old country girl grew as big as lanterns.
A sophisticated city girl was smiling brightly in front of Princess Bianca.
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