The Fake Princess's Soul Contract Duke

Chapter 31: Dance Class

"Ouch!"

Alianora rubbed her buttocks which for the umpteenth time stared at the floor. The pain that he felt was like showing that his ass was smooth now had a purplish blue spot.

"Little Miss, you repeat the same mistake again. I told you, if your partner steps like this, then you should step back! Why don't you understand that too?"

A pair of amethyst eyes that were no stranger to Alianora, stared at her from above. The highlight was cold and sharp, meolotikannya with cynicism.

"Sorry, auntie, let me try it one more time."

Alianora then got up and flicked her skirt from the demu, before restarting the practice from the beginning.

Inwardly, Alianora could only grumble and wonder, when would she be able to break free from this dance class. He was already eager to go to his room and stretch his achy muscles as a result of wriggling here and there without stopping.

About an hour had Alianora continued to train without rest, and from then on, the reigning ramblings that filled her head left her tired. Plus all over his body is already sick all, Alianora hopes that Thalia's body does not first pinsan in the hands of his trainer, who is none other than and not, is Margritta Rocheleau, his step aunt.

A woman worse than Thalia's stepmother, Annabeth.

The first impression that Alianora got when she met this woman was, that this woman was the quiet and relaxed type, it was because of her relaxed expression, not wrinkling like her sister Annabeth. He came to think that the negative rumors he had heard about Marchioness Rocheleau were not true, and Alianora was a little grateful. At least this boring dance class is no more terrible with a stiff trainer like wood.

A second later, however, he withdrew his own words.

Instead of being different, this woman, Margritta Rocheleau, is worse than the rumors.

The calm face instantly turned ugly, in one blink of an eye, and the words thrown out were completely far from the 'relaxed' word Alianora meant, and it was all directed at her. His level of stiffness also exceeded the normal limit, if Alianora only misplaced his legs, he had directly told Alianora to do it from the beginning, plus the frills of scolding as well.

Alianora did not run out of thought, is it possible that the women recognized in the upper class association should have characteristics like this?

"Little lady, what are you thinking?! Did I teach you not to appreciate your dance partner like this?!"

*Ah, should again. *Tch, this guy, has no one ever reprimanded him before if he's been overreacting? 

"Sorry, aunt. I suddenly remembered something."

"There's no excuse. This has violated the etiquette of a noble. Even the noble from under the rat knows, and you as the duke's daughter should set an example. If you're even inferior to those lowly nobles, it's the same as having them trample Sheridan's name!"

"Sorry, aunt. I won't repeat it."

Oh, come on, I've been trying to be a good boy, so leave me alone okay?

Alianora is self-conscious, if in an unimportant matter like dancing, she is arguably below average, so when it comes to first practice like this she always makes mistakes. Moreover, Thalia used to never do dance practice before, her body must also be stiff, but that doesn't mean that Alianora should be bullied like this when she can't fight back, does it?

From earlier this woman only took care of him, but the student was not only Alianora, Estelle too.

Indeed, Estelle had learned to dance before, so she was already better than Alianora, but she was also still not right in some moves, either, and Marchioness Rocheleau also noticed it but she did not scold Estelle. At most he just reprimanded him and told him to take a moment and then told him to rest.

Now Estelle was sitting eating cake on the sofa watching her suffering with a smiling face.

Ah, just look at it Alianora was envious.

Aih, it's Estelle the golden boy. Who doesn't love him?

With one last step, Alianora finally completed her dance moves. Oh, she was so proud of it because she felt, this time she did really well, but of course, wanted to be as good as what she did, in the eyes of her step-aunt, she said, there is always a mistake.

"Hm, your body is very stiff, and there are some steps that almost make your feet step on my feet. Can't you understand what I taught you? Very disappointing, Miss Thalia."

After poking Thalia with the look in her eyes, Marchioness Rocheleau finally went and sat down on the sofa right across from Estelle, to drink her tea.

While Alianora, indifferently, just fixed her tangled dress, then went to sit on the sofa with Thalia. To her, the talk of her step-aunt just now was a pointless talk that did not need to be heard. Alianora was already tired of hearing the woman's ravings, and the only thing she had in mind was wanting to sit down to eat, and that was what she did.

"Sister, this is my sister's favorite pudding, I asked the waiter to make this special for you."

estelle said while thrusting a plate of mango pudding in front of Alianora, when Alianora was sitting.

"Thank you, Elle."

"Elle, have you prepared the dress you're going to wear?"

Marchioness Rocheleau asked as she looked at Estelle with a smile.

Elle nodded, "Of course auntie, I ordered it from a few days ago, and now the dress is ready."

"Good, make sure the dress must be nice and special, because you are a duke's family, the highest nobility under the royal family. Make sure what you're wearing is also appropriate to the Sheridan family's degree."

Margritta Rocheleau emphasized her last sentence while glancing at Alianora, but Alianora only pretended not to see and continued to eat her pudding elegantly.

Alianora rolled her eyeballs.

The same thing was asked again, Alianora immediately remembered the dress she had chosen this morning, and the feeling was so good. At least, she did not have to lose face in front of many people because of wearing worn out dresses, or tacky dresses.

"Yes aunt, I've prepared everything. It just so happened that mom called the designer from Artemis Boutique to pick my dress."

Estelle bit the piece of cake quietly, without making a sound.

Margritta raised next to an eyebrow.

"Butik Artemmis? Annabeth?"

He was silent for a while before continuing.

"Hmph, if Annabeth did it, I have no doubt. But other than that, your etiquette and manners should also reflect those of the upper class."

Alianora drank her tea while waiting for Margritta to continue her words.

"I heard Miss Thalia La Sheridan has perfect etiquette, although it rarely appears in the noble way, but it turns out that low blood is still low blood, hm?"

Alianora immediately raised her face to see the look of Margritta's eyes fixed on her legs, which Alianora just realized that from earlier had straddled. He quickly closed his legs again without looking at Margritta.

Ah, it's because he's too tired until he doesn't wear his noble mask properly. Finally Margritta found something that could insult him.

"Auntie, I don't understand what you mean. What does blood have to do with etiquette and manners? Etiquette and manners are something that is taught, not inherited. The nobles have perfect manners and etiquette because they are trained hard, even the people if taught properly they can certainly be like royalty. So, in my opinion, that blood type and etiquette have nothing to do."

Margritta Rocheleau squinted her eyes.

"Ho, so do you think that you, as the duke's daughter, are still wrong in the etiquette of the noble's way of sitting, even inferior to ordinary people?"

"Not at all. I never considered myself low, quite the contrary. I, who was never taught about it at all, still had standard etiquette and manners. Is it not better than those who have to be trained first?"

Alianora thought that this time, Margritta might just berate her meaning all out, because of her out-of-bounds nonsense. Yes, how else, this woman said something that made her a little irritated. He could have said that Alianora was of low blood, completely ignorant!

However, the long-awaited insults did not come, even Margritta just silently looked at Alianora with an inexplicable gaze.

"At least you know yourself enough. If you already know that your etiquette and manners are not perfect, you should have perfected it. People don't want to know what you've been through, they judge you by status, and as the duke's daughter, you have to be perfect. I guess this is quite clearly understood, even for a commoner."

Alianora this time only replied to him with a smile.

"Of course auntie, I'll try harder."

Just look, he'll make these people lick their own saliva.

He will show them all that they do not even deserve to demean him.

Hah, how dare to bully such innocent little children, do they not have any shame?

If Thalia were here just now, she might not be able to do anything to fight back, but unfortunately Alianora would not let them act arbitrarily on 'herself'.

"Yes aunt. Elle will also try hard like a sister."

estelle answered suddenly from beside her.

Margritta nodded.

"Elle has no need to study hard, your etiquette and dance skills are good, there are still some that need to be maximized, and you Thalia, I hope you do not forget that your dance skills are still substandard. Tomorrow I want to see progress from today."

Alianora tried not to sigh in front of Margritta.

"Hm, of course I didn't forget aunt."

"This event is also a fitting place for noble children to introduce themselves in public, so of course it must be carefully prepared. Everything will be in value, from etiquette to dance skills, if one fails, it will be the talk of many people."

Alianora, "...."

"Hm, surely all the nobles of all classes will be present. I can't wait to wait!"

"You have to wait, Elle. It's an important moment for upper class nobles like us, to establish relations with the royal family."

Make connections? Oh don't say.hm but of course.

"That's why this dance skill has to be perfected so well, so if it comes time for the Sheridan family to be chosen to dance with Prince Roberto, that's when you'll steal everyone's attention, including His Highness the prince himself."