Young Miss Becomes the Servant of the Named Lord!
Chapter 07's
After half an hour later.
The last test was completed, and the results of their flower arrangements will be shown to the three men, the flower arrangements belonging to who is the most beautiful and beautiful, so the winner, the winner, and is the one who will work as a waiter in the Royal Garden dormitory and attend the Royal campus.
The results of the competition will be announced in front of all the interview participants, Amara who saw Arentha, he looked down on Arentha and was arrogant and arrogant.
Stringing flowers only exists in the subjects of the college, my family is a famous family, so I have mastered it since childhood. The opportunity to serve the Master will be mine. Inner Amara with confidence, that her self will win while looking at Arentha and staring at her lowly.
Arentha who was stared fixed by Amara, could only frown her forehead.
What else was Amara thinking? Arentha said in her heart.
"Hey ugly, do you feel sorry now?" Amara said in a proud tone.
Arentha did not want to lose to Amara, he folded his hands in front of his chest.
"Hmmm, maybe you'll be sorry!" Arentha replied, Not to lose.
After a long wait, the final outcome of the competition would be in public right in front of the three young masters and the other interview participants.
"The result of the flower arrangement will now be in the pet.. in a matter of three.two...one..."
The red curtain was opened, which in the red curtain was the result of the competition participants' flower arrangements.
They were all in the room, surprised, it turned out that there was a very beautiful flower arrangement, there were white, red and pink roses mixed, and there were, the vase is also wrapped in a flower arrangement, and in the middle there is a circle of flowers facing upwards, which adds to the aesthetic impression of the flower.
"Ba—How can..? That's impossible!" Shouted Amara did not accept.
Yes, the flower arrangement was Arentha's, and Amara's right next to her.
Seeing that, Alex smiled with satisfaction, that his guess was correct and he won his bet.
"Consider ladies, this bespectacled Miss who will be the servant of the Royal Garden!" Said the man in the mustache.
Upon hearing that her self won the competition, Arentha immediately stepped forward facing the three young masters.
In addition to disguising her appearance, Arentha also disguised her name. Arentha \= Arin, yahh, hopefully the three young masters do not know it.
"Arin, go get your work uniform in the logistics office!" Said the man in a mustache while smiling.
"Good."
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After that Arentha went to the logistics office to get her work uniform. On the way he walked while pensively thinking about what his decision was right to be a servant huh.
I wouldn't want to be a servant if it wasn't for the eight million a month salary and the profits, oh, have I sold my soul...? inner Arentha worried.
Arentha who was busy pensively, shocked by the cries of anger from the girls who lost in the competition earlier.
"Dirty son, who are you? How can you be good at flower arranging, huh?!" Snapping Amara to Arentha.
"Because I am ad—" Arentha's remark was cut off as she recalled her papa's remark, that she should not tell who she was.
No, almost, don't tell me! Otherwise papa would have laughed at me, and he would have said that I was just relying on his power! Arentha said in her heart.
"Hey, you're a bitch? Besides being ugly, it turns out you're a sucker too, tell me who you really are, why are you so good at flower arranging?" Ask Amara impatiently.
"Who said only the noble families are able to learn it? Can ordinary people not learn?" Answer Arentha.
"Humph, ordinary people? You are a con man who wants to marry into a rich family. Look at yourself, ugly, I suggest you get out of this Royal Garden!" Amara's orders to Arentha.
"If I don't want to?" Arentha replied firmly.
"You're looking to die!" Shouted Amara by pushing Arentha's body to fall.
"Aww, sick." Ringis Arentha's.
"Give him a good lesson!" Tell Amara to the other girls.
