Chapter 9
Some time later, Liv was able to spot Duke Lartman again at the banquet.
He was standing alone, not mingling with anyone, and observing his surroundings. Liv carefully approached him, making sure not to step on the hem of her voluminous dress.
“Duke Lartman.”
As she called his name with a bright face as if addressing someone she had known for a long time, a look of perplexity crossed Duke Lartman’s face.
“...Miss Hamelsvoort?”
“Yes, you remember my family name. But why don’t you call me Liv?”
“...It would be rude of me to address a lady by her first name so casually.”
“I don’t mind.”
“No, I can’t tolerate committing such rudeness myself.”
‘Looking at the situation, things seem to have gotten a bit tangled. He has no interest in me at all.’
Liv’s mind became complicated, but she maintained a gentle smile without showing it. Well, it’s not bad for him to call her by her family name. It was also a first-time experience for her.
“What are you doing here?”