A Painting of the Villainess as a Young Lady

The person who entered wasn’t someone she was expecting. His brilliant blond hair gleamed under the light. His white suit suited him better than anyone else.

It was clear he had dressed with care, as his appearance was exceptionally striking. He had always been handsome, but today he looked as though a god had descended to earth.

Violet thought briefly. Was that the proper mindset of a guest who shows up to a wedding in a white outfit? Was he exacting revenge for the birthday celebration incident?

Regardless, the guest spoke in a cheerful tone.

“It’s been a while, but you’re still as beautiful as ever. No, I should say you’ve become even more beautiful.”

“Your Imperial Highness…”

“No need for formalities. I’m here simply as a friend to offer my congratulations, so let’s skip the complicated greetings.”

“Well, okay.”