Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Party Dance

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Abela is still struggling at her desk, she is so busy that she sometimes forgets herself. Managing his home and business affairs makes him remember the memory of the past. Abela is now more often locked in the office. Especially since Orlando returned to the academy.

It had also been days since he last met Armand. He didn't want to meet her. It was just that, sometimes in his delusions he heard Armand call his name.

Dreams about Abela's memories also often come. There was one night he dreamed of taking Orlando on his first day of academy admission. Orlando's red face held back tears from parting with his mother, leaving Abela with tears. In the dream he was also sad. But the moment he woke up, the shadow of the expression on Orlando's face back then made him anxious.

Abela heard the sound of the door on tap, before long Lui came in following the two maids who brought tea and sweets.

"You got a letter from the palace." Lui thrusting the silver tray. The golden envelope sealed by the royal emblem was on top of it.

Abela took the envelope and opened it with a knife. Read it carefully and seriously.

"The palace will have a dance." Abela read the content of the invitation. It seems to be to welcome peace between the two kingdoms. Rhodes and Wilhemn.

"I think there's going to be a wedding in the near future" Abela murmured.

"Do you think Armand will marry that princess?" ask Abela to Lui.

"I don't think so mistress."

"We wouldn't know Lui, if Armand wasn't the Estonian duke who would have been her groom. I don't know, I don't think the king of Wilhemn will be happy."

"But the Duke of Estonia is also an influential family in the country. And I heard the princess was only nineteen years old. Wouldn't he choose a younger candidate?" Lui made a pretty reasonable comment.

"The crown prince is sixteen, right? Maybe they want that position more. If they didn't get it, they would definitely prefer Armand as the person they wanted to tie up with. Armand is closer to the throne."

"But lady ...."

"Why should we discuss this Lui." Abela cut off Lui's words. He felt like he didn't want to hear anything.

"Prepare my dress for the dance. And ...." Abela looked at Lui a little carefully with her words. "Me and Armand aren't engaged yet, are they? Why don't I ever wear a dress with a dark color or tile?"

"G ... That's ...." Lui smiled, "Duke de Rhodes burned everything and replaced it with a new one after ...."

"Burning? After?" Abela raised her eyebrows.

"After dozens of applications came to this house for the mistress."

"Huh?" Abela is showing a face of disbelief. Childish. Thought Abela. I don't know why he made her smile.

"So Armand loved this woman very much" Abela murmured very slowly.

"Mrs said something?" asked Lui slightly hearing Abela's murmur.

"No. Don't mind that. I'm just talking to myself."

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Abela did not expect the day that the ball at the palace came as well. Abela still remembers going around the boutique pseudo in search of dresses with dark-colored factories. But all of them rejected Abela's request for the same reason. Duke de Rhodes will not be happy.

Abela did not want to invite much attention, but wearing a white dress was also very disrespectful. Because Wilhelm's daughter was rumored to be wearing a white dress. Abela was not compared to that princess.

Abela finally chooses a lilac color dress. All who come are not required to meet the ethics of the palace because it is not a private meeting. So Abela chose a dress with an open back. Despite having to listen to the excessive protests of Hana and the other servants.

They were talking about Armand who might not be too happy with the choice of the dress. But why? Abela just wants to enjoy what she can enjoy. After all since she became a Ghotel witch she likes dresses with models like this. Unfortunately he simply had no reason to exit his castle.

Abela looked at her face in the mirror. Her hair is beautifully styled. A large braid with small flower decoration. This woman's face was not like she was already three heads old.

"Miss, Duke is waiting in the recreation room." Hana whispered softly, responded with a slight nod from Abela.

Abela walked slowly towards where Armand was. Abela was not sure what she was feeling when she saw Armand standing not far from the door. Armand looks very different. The brown hair that usually dropped almost covered his eyes, neatly arranged to show his forehead.

His body posture that looks more striking, obvious is ideal behind a suit like the color of the night sky.Decorated equally dark robes and luxurious animal fur ornaments draped on the side of his body.

"What are you wearing?" armand asked in a cold tone. Unlike Abela who was stunned, apparently Abela's appearance now made Armand a little upset.

"What's? Something wrong with my dress?" asked Abela defiantly.

"Don't joke, Abela. Change dress. We have enough time for that."

"Why should I obey you? You're not even my fiancee." Good, Abela is in a fight right now.

"Abela ..." call Armand softly and manage to make everyone tense.

Armand sighed and massaged the base of his nose. Abela's appearance was so incredible that she couldn't help but feel annoyed. That means many people will see the beauty of Abela. And his bare back made Armand even more furious.

Armand finally chose to approach Abela and extend his hand ready to take Abela away. Abela greeted him with a victorious expression.

"You know. You're getting better at making me angry" muttered Armand softly.

"At least it comforted me a little bit" Abela replied.

Armand said nothing more. He took Abela into a horse-drawn carriage, which began to lead them to the palace.

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When they arrived, their arrival was announced and quite invited a lot of attention all those in the hall.

Abela confidently walked side by side with Armand. There was no one he seemed to remember. Abela forgot that fact. But he doesn't really care.

Until his eyes caught the Estonian duke Calix was staring in the middle of the hall. He looked down when their eyes met. Say hello to each other in silence. Of course it was a small gesture that Armand could see easily.

"Are the princes coming?" abela asked with the corner of her lips. He just wanted to distract Armand who had been looking at Calix with a murderous look.

"Only the crown prince alone," Armand replied taking his eyes off Calix and looking at Abela's face.

"I want to immediately hide you somewhere" whispered Armand on the side of Abela's face which made a red hue radiate from her hot face.

At such a time, Abela was grateful that the king and queen and the crown prince entered the hall. Making Abela able to release herself from Armand's attention.

They lowered their heads until the king told them to stand up straight again and start the dance with a little opening speech.

"I don't see Wilhemn's daughter." Abela muttered softly, slightly astonished by the lead that was nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe he's sulking somewhere" Armand replied calmly.

"Let me guess, he wants you to go with him at this party."

"Your guess is right, but I don't want to. Wouldn't he deserve to be my son?" Armand smiled.

"You are right, your majesty. But this situation makes me look like a criminal." Abela responded to Armand's joke.

"Come to the balcony after this." Armand whispered again.

"You know? I won't obey you tonight." Abela sneered cunningly making Armand throw his sharp gaze.

"Duke ... The king calls you" said a slow aide to Armand.

Armand was actually reluctant to leave Abela. But he had no other choice. Abela just nodded and smiled, telling Armand to leave immediately.

Abela picked up a glass of wine and stood at the edge of the hall. Looking at the surroundings, he already guessed that no one would dare to ask him to dance. Or approached. Teenage girls seem a little disinclined at him and the same age with him raised an annoyed look because their husbands often steal glances at him.

"Baroness Isla."

Abela looked over as someone called her name. A woman who looked not far away with her age smiled gracefully. The woman was very beautiful in a copper-colored dress.

"Ah. Sorry if I am not polite. But ... I don't remember you." Abela forced her smile.

"I heard about the accident. And your condition. My name is Rewelin Delacour. I'm the wife of Marques Delacour."

"I'm sorry for my ignorance madam." Abela is not very good. The fact that this woman had a higher degree than him, made her feel extremely insolent.

"No problem, Armand told me a few days ago when we met at the palace."

"Are you guys close?" asked Abela plain.

Rewelin laughed softly. But then smiled, "It's weird to say this yourself, since everyone already knows it."

Abela raised her eyebrows not understanding.

"I mean, my ex-wife is Armand. Armand's first wedding."

Abela didn't know what to respond to. He just fell silent awkwardly. 'This woman isn't close to her ex-boyfriend's wife is she?'

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