The next day…

Sophia was summoned by Carnelia to the courtyard. A tea set had been prepared in the quadrangle in the courtyard. They were going to have a tea party.

Randall was already in the quad. When Sophia’s eyes met his, he looked at her as if he wanted to say something. Sophia, who was afraid of being interrogated, had been avoiding Randall for the past few days, so it was very awkward.

“It’s a beautiful day, Mr Randall”.

Sophia tried hard to put a smile on her twitching lips, and sat down on a seat away from Randall.

“Oh my God, Margherita-chan! You can’t sit in the corner like that, you have to sit in the middle! Come on, come on, come on!”

Even though I took the trouble to keep my distance from Randall, I was pushed hard by Carnelia and ended up sitting next to Randall.

Randall’s gaze made her uncomfortable. Sophia, who could not remain silent and tried to broach the subject of roses blooming nearby, was surprised when Randall suddenly held out a flower to her.

It was a single pink rose. As she took it, Randall said, as if to make an excuse.

“I got it from the gardener just now.”

But his cheeks were slightly flushed.

Sophia was increasingly surprised.

‘Randall gave me flowers! But what does this all mean?’

This was the first time Randall had given her flowers.

Sophia looked at the rose she had received and then looked up into Randall’s face. His cheeks are still red. When Sophia was embarrassed because of Randall’s expression, Carnelia clapped her hands deliberately.

“Oh, my dear Margherita-chan! You’re blushing! Perhaps you are fond of the Duke Voltio?”

“No… what are you saying, onee-sama.? If you say such a thing, you’ll cause trouble for Randall-san. ……!”

‘What are you talking about, Carnelia….!’

Sophia turned red up to her ears. Does she like Randall? Yes, of course she likes him! But if she says that here, she will be in big trouble. Because now Sophia is Cyril’s lover.

The two are now in love, but it would be a huge problem if they were to say that here.

Carnelia smiles at the flustered Sophia.

“Oh, dear, she’s so shy. Duke Voltio, isn’t my little Margherita very pretty? Wouldn’t you like to marry her?”

‘No, no. ……’

Sophia is already Randall’s wife.

Randall also had a confused expression on his face wondering how he would answer.

“Sounds like fun”.

While Sophia was thinking about how to get out of the situation, Cyril and D’Artagno arrived, smiling at her.

“Sophia, your brother is late too.”

“Oh, am I late?”

“No, you are not late. You’re right on time”.

Sophia answered, and the maid of honour, Sarra, quickly made tea for all the guests.

After dropping honey into the tea that was offered and stirring it, Sophia casually looked at the teacup in Cyril’s hand.

‘….. I told him to be careful with the drinks, so Cyril won’t really drink, right?’

If the love potion is present in Carnelia’s hand, there is no telling when or where it will be served.

Cyril, perhaps noticing Sophia’s gaze, smiled thinly and casually moved his teacup to the side.

‘Thank God, he seems to understand’.

Sophia breathed a sigh of relief and brought her own teacup closer to her mouth. It was probably rose-flavoured tea. A soft, sweet aroma tickles her nostrils.

It was when Sophia sipped the tea, sweetened with honey, that D’Artagno saw the silver spoon Sophia had used.

When D’Artagno saw the silver spoon Sophia had used, his eyes widened in surprise.

“Wait! Don’t drink it!”

‘What?’

However, after Sophia drank the tea, she looked up at D’Artagno, who rushed over and knocked the teacup out of Sophia’s hand.

‘……’

Sofia’s heart pulsed loudly.

Her head was pounding and she felt dizzy, as if she had been drunk.

“Margherita-chan! That’s not it!”

Carnelia shouted something impatiently, but Sophia didn’t hear her.

“I love……”

Sofia opened her arms and hugged D’Artagno.