245 She Who Traveled To The Past 2 (2/2)

The maid blinked at her playfully before shaking her head, ”To be honest, milady, of all the visitors, I only saw and recognized Duke Cromwell. I think he's with Duchess Cromwell and their heir.”

The eyes of the mini-Wendy inside her head began to turn into two huge dots.

Headache once again assaulted her.

Would it be alright for her to faint? Someone, come to her, she wouldn't mind being punched if that would mean instant knockout.

”Milady, your presence is requested there. Allow me to fix your hairstyle and dress.”

Feeling helpless and annoyed by the traditions and customs here, she nodded.

But in her mind, she was thinking that once she had enough knowledge of how to survive in this place, she would seriously consider fleeing and escaping from here.

Unfortunately, right now, the information she had was very limited since the former owner of her body was a boudoir lady through and through and had never even tried to explore the outside world by herself.

A few minutes later...

Even though very unwilling and indisposed, she went into the large and heavily decorated room meant for receiving guests and successfully passed the greeting plus curtsying phase through the memories engraved in her mind and body.

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She saw her 'father' Duke Eduard Seymour smiling widely at her. Next to him was the Duchess, her mother.

Since the man in his forties was signaling to her though his eyes to come to his side, she restrained the twitching of her lips and walked over.

She had to watch her steps since the dress she was dragging was quite heavy and long.

Both the tight corset on her upper body, and whatever hoop-like thing underneath her red layered skirt was giving her nightmares.

She wondered who started this fashion for women. She would make sure to send him or her a few death threats.

Finally, after a long while which felt like an eternity, she arrived at the spot between her ducal parents.

Eduard Seymour whose smile never left his face turned to the man standing in front.

Eduard laughingly said, ”My daughter, Elizabeth.”

Now that Wendy was next to her 'father', she wanted to get a closer look of who the people they were meeting with.

But as if on cue, her body reacted and lightly bowed while curtsying.

The man wearing the same black court attire as her father nodded in approval then turned to the young man to his left. ”Son, introduce yourself to your fiancée.”

A familiar voice resounded.

”It's a pleasure to meet you.”

With too much difficulty, Wendy suppressed the knitting of her brow. She raised her head to take a look at who this new betrothed that she would run away from.

”I am William Cromwell.”

Yet when she saw the face of the young man registered in her eyes, she felt like the world had momentarily stopped spinning.

It was the unsmiling face of her pretty-faced dog.

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