Seeing Loic staring at her with wide eyes, Annette rolled her eyes.
“If you were going to propose like this, you should have told me!”
He blinked stupidly, not understanding what he’d done wrong, when she continued,
“If I’d known, I would’ve dressed up nicely.”
Only then did a relieved smile appear on his face.
“Don’t smile.”
Annette raised her eyebrows, saying that she was probably the only Grand Duchess in history to be proposed to while wearing pajamas.
As she lowered her head to look at her outfit, a few loose strands slipped from her hair ornament and fell along her cheek. Golden hair followed, flowing over her shoulders.
Standing under the moonlight in her soft robe, Annette looked dazzling—like a forest fairy living by a lake.
“You’re beautiful even now.”
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