My Fiance Told Me He Had Found His True Love and Broke off Our Engagement. It’s Too Late To Ask Me To Get Back Together Now!

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“Next, please have this one.”

With that, what was served was a jelly with floating rose petals.

There was a transparent jelly in a glass bowl with some pink rose petals floating in it.

“Isn't it pretty? It's delicious to eat, too.”

At Therese's suggestion, Mariabelle scooped it up with a spoon and tried it, and the taste of peach spread in her mouth.

The petals were peach liqueur jelly.

It seemed to be made from liqueur with fruit fibers, and the alcohol content wasn't very high.

“I have never tasted such a delicious pastry before.”

When Mariabelle honestly expressed her thoughts, Therese traced the edge of the glass bowl with her finger.

“You have a lot of baked sweets in your kingdom, don't you?”

“Yes.
We have madeleines in the shape of roses.”

“I'd like to try one of those.”

“You should come to the kingdom when you have a chance.”

“Yes, I would love to visit there someday.”

Mariabelle thought about the kingdom.

The royal palace, surrounded by white walls, was called the White Castle.

The gorgeous yet delicate and beautiful castle has probably passed the season of fresh green.

The trees seen from the long corridor of the palace, where she went for her queen's education, are probably stretching their new branches to the sky.

Come to think of it, when we were still newly engaged, Edward once tried to climb a tree in the courtyard, and the chamberlain was angry with him.

He shrugged and smiled mischievously when he realized that Mariabelle, who was walking down the hallway, had seen him.

There were some good days too.

Not all days were hard and painful.

The feelings we cherished weren't love, but we still cared for each other.

Those memories will never disappear, even though they were separated like this.

While reminiscing fondly, Mariabelle felt that the memories of those days were gradually becoming memories.

Then, she heard a little cry.

“Meow!”

Looking around to see where it was coming from, Mariabelle saw a small cat with pale orange fur and auburn stripes, with its paws resting on the hem of her dress.

“Cat…?”

“Melty, no, come here.”

“Meow!”

Therese hurriedly instructed the maids to catch the cat, but the kitten, perhaps thinking it is being played with, sneaked past the maids' hands and played around.

“I'm sorry, Mariabelle, but she's just a little girl, and she's a bit of a rascal.”

“I see you have a cat.”

“Yes, I keep a cat that helps chase away rats.
They are the natural enemy of books.”

The kitten wasn't easy to catch, and Therese joined in the chase.

“Meow!”

Just as she was about to be caught, the kitten jumped into Mariabelle's lap.