Janice worked on the scissors after I sat Cassion in front of the mirror.
Cassion stared at himself in the mirror with his lower lip tightly closed.
“Janice, come here and trim this part of His Highness’ hair.”
When I called Janice, Cassion clasped Janice’s hand.
“No.”
Janice looked at the stubborn Cassion in the mirror shaking his head, who looked at me.
“Not Janice. You cut it for me.”
“I’ve never given someone a haircut.”
“Still, you do it.”
Cassion took his courage and demanded that I cut his hair, of course I could not recklessly deny him.
“All right, don’t tell me later if I cut it weird, Your Highness.”
After I told him not to whine later, I started cutting Cassion’s soft hair. Black hair fell to the floor.
Cassion’s appearance shone just by cutting off the hair that covered his eyes.
He still didn’t look healthy as he was thin and pale, but there was this atmosphere that anyone rarely could find in an 11-year-old boy.
‘He’s going to make a lot of girls cry later.’
When the hair problem was solved, the rest was quickly solved.
Perhaps because Rupert’s medicine worked well, Cassion did not lose his standing and was very cooperative throughout the preparation.
“All right, Your Highness. Shall we go out now?”
When he was ready, I held out my hand.
Cassion took my hand. Whether it was him or mine, I could feel the slow pulse begin to beat faster.
The dinner was held at Astro Hall. The Third Prince’s Palace and Astro Hall were quite far away, so it took a long time to get there.
We weren’t in a hurry, though the dinner had already begun because I calculated that the more people there were, the more Julia would not be able to run wild.
And the later we appeared, the more likely we were to get attention.
Dyson’s birthday dinner was his first official event as a prince.
I wanted as many people as possible to focus on Cassion.
When I looked at Cassion and thought of the nobles and royals who would be surprised, I was excited.
But the excitement quickly disappeared.
“I’m sorry. You can’t go in, Lady. Only His Highness can.”
The guard stopped us. To be exact, me.
“Why not?”
When I asked, the guard repeatedly uttered the same answer like a doll that gave a set answer.
“If you don’t have an invitation, you can’t go in.”
To attend a Royal Prince’s birthday dinner, of course I needed an invitation since I wasn’t a royalty. I knew that, too.
But I couldn’t get an invitation for the name of Irenberg family.