To His Hell and Back-Chapter 185: In The Garden-I

The fluffy white cat stared at them with its large round green eyes. The glaze of its large green eyes glittered as it hit the sunlight and its smile was no less adorable than that round eyes with its large round black pupils. The cat tilted its head, not understanding the larger creatures who were making a fuss over a fabric. It did had its paw prints but so what? The white cat, a small feline cat, wouldn’t understand how expensive or how important this day was for the women, including lady Maren who had spent days to choose this dress just so she could impress Cassius by one sight.

It meowed gently to the ladies, liking the attention that everyone gave to it.

But Arabella could see Lady Maren’s face that was flushed. It first turn blue in shock as she curled the dress under her palms, staring at the paw print with a wide gaping mouth and then turned to the cat with her face flushed and her red eyes filled with fury.

The ladies, who were mostly used to having people on their side and spoiled to their rottenest part wasn’t particularly forgiving. They aren’t forgiving to their servants so how would they be a bit more forgiving to a single cat?

Sure enough, angered by what the cat had done, Lady Maren yelled, "This little cat! How dare- You’ll pay for this!"

Arabella frowned at the lady’s words as this was a cat. A simple cat. It would ruin your dress by stepping on it but the cat had barely made a mark that would be too visible as it was at the end of the lady’s skirt not at her waist or her chest.

Even if it was on the lady’s chest or waist, this is still but a cat, an animal who couldn’t think, shouldn’t be harmed for its mischief and sure enough the anger of Lady Maren had overstepped its boundary as her head snapped to the fork at the table that was placed near the cold meat.

She didn’t hesitate when she grabbed the silverware, running toward the cat who had sat on its two feet, rubbing its pink paws over its head with its green eyes blinking at Lady Maren.

"Good." Lady Maren scoffed, her lips twitching, "Don’t you dare run now. Since you dirtied my one and only gown, I should also ruin something from you," and her eyes went toward the cat’s fluffy tails that was curled around its feet.

Startled, Arabella looked around at the others. She couldn’t act up immediately as she knew her position but there are other princesses here who wouldn’t stand by and simply watch this cruelty would they?

But much to Arabella’s surprise no one moved. Not the male guests who were both humans or vampires or the princesses who were also both humans and vampires.

It wasn’t a matter of whether they are male or female. It wasn’t a matter of whether they are a vampire or a human any longer.

It was simply how everyone here, none of them have any sense of sympathy.

Arabella gritted her teeth and stepped out. She stood between the cat and Lady Maren, pulling the edge of her skirt and curtsy.

She didn’t know how to curtsy well or had learned any upper class manners. She was always blind in this case but she had seen a few times when Princess Marissa had excused herself in front of Cassius or after the dinner.

Her movement was always graceful and beautiful which was why she sometimes admired it and retried the gesture in her head.

Never did she think that she would have the talent to curtsy so elegantly that everyone around them would immediately muttered how graceful she appeared.

When she lifted her face, Lady Maren had frowned but she had also lowered her sharp fork, making her to let out a small breathe out of relief.

She thought they would immediately yell at her, asking who she is, demanding for a name as she is nothing but a slave.

Yet now the gown given by Princess Marissa and her well adorned hair as well as her gorgeous powdered face was enough to change her standing to their eyes.

What Arabella wasn’t aware was how the guests hadn’t only had their breaths taken away from them after seeing her impeccable curtsy and manner. They had been more awed by her appearance that looked akin to a glass doll.

Her skin was slightly tanned and that gave her a healthy glow. Paired with her fluttery long lashes, her green eyes sparkled like a morning dew. It was as if the bright lushes forest had turned into one gem and now embedded into her eyes, so alive and breathtaking.

No one could deny how beautiful she was, how mesmerizing she appeared as her beauty was shining through even those princess who had been so confident that their beauty wouldn’t be defeated by any of the other crown princess candidates in the garden.

One of them immediately muttered, "Savah, who is that lady?"

Another princess with long silver hair put down her fingers that had been playfully curl her hair and she inched forward from her plush chair that was draped with a tiger skin to take a closer look at Arabella only to scoff, "I didn’t hear that there is a princess that would look like her."

"Isn’t she a doll?" an older princess with the bright red lips let out a faint chuckle as she drew her finger into a circle and peered through it to look at Bella even closer.

The three Princesses of the largest kingdoms couldn’t help themselves from keeping an eye at Arabella, the one they had never seen before yet managed to startle them all just by a glance of her face.

Lady Maren was also deterred. Not only by her appearance but also by her gown. The gown was made from the ruffian’s silk, the type of fabric that would cost so much that only high royalties in a kingdom as large as Versailles would be able to purchase.

Yet it had fallen to Arabella’s hands which meant that she was someone she couldn’t so easily mess with.