I stared at my reflection in the large mirror of the audition room—my hair was messy, my face was slightly oily from the stress of judging dancers for six full hours, and... oh God, was that a bread crumb on my cheek?
No. It couldn't be like this. I, Liliane von Hohenberg, the greatest judge among all nobles with the best artistic talent, must not look like a woman who just escaped the kitchen after burning the bread.
With the speed of an ambitious tornado, I grabbed a silk ribbon and tied my hair up like a ballerina. Then I smiled widely into the mirror—a sweet smile that could make roses bloom and enemies fall in love in confusion.
Seeing me busy by myself, Clara looked worried because I was stealing her job. Oh, I forgot the privilege of being the only child of Duke Valerian von Hohenberg. I had servants, and I should have asked for her help.
"Thank you, Clara, please make me very pretty, very cute, full of charisma, and look good enough to meet..."
