Chapitre 296: Spatial Magic

The next morning, Oriana followed the same schedule. It was the last day of the summit conference and the next day was the royal ball. 

As usual, Oriana's task was attaching the accessories to Arlan's clothes. Despite not wanting to, her mind wandered towards the immodest dream she had last night. 

'Get a grip on yourself, Ori,' she rebuked herself. 'You are not a pervert, are you?'

As she pursed her lips, she raised her gaze, only to find the prince looking at her. He raised a brow as if to ask if she wanted to say something. With a guilty conscience, she lowered her gaze. 

She actually dared to dream about kissing the prince!

'If I am not a pervert, then what am I?'

"Anything the matter?" he asked in a casual manner.

"N-Nothing, Your Highness!" Oriana shook her head. As guilty as she was, she could not dare look him in the eye as she said those words. 

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