New World, New Life: I Became A Bigshot In The Ancient World

The members of house Quentin turned around once the carriage left their sight.

"Vivian dear, you didn’t tell us you were close to her highness, the Third Princess?" Countess Quentin inquired once they were back inside the mansion.

"I wasn’t," Vivian said simply, looking up at her mother with a blank face.

"Nonsense," Count Quentin said with a dismissive wave. "It didn’t look like that."

Vivian said nothing and headed for her room. None of her family tried to stop her. She sat on her bed in thought.

After the incident where the third princess had humiliated and hurt her, she developed a strong dislike for her, even though she was also very small at the time.

She didn’t think the third princess would ever apologize, even if the apology came after two years.

She had been shocked and resentful the first time the princess sent her a gift. It was a beautiful necklace which she had hidden away from her family.

The second time, it was a box of baked goods. Vivian was shocked. Weren’t they only served in The Vanilla Courtyard?

But soon she assured herself. The princess was royalty, of course she would be able to get her hands on it. She had only eaten in The Vanilla Courtyard a handful of times when they visited the capital.

The princess’s gift had left her feeling conflicted. Why had she gotten a gift from the princess when they weren’t even close? The princess had also made fun of her before so she couldn’t tell why she was sending her gifts.

Then today, the princess surprised her even more by making an appearance at her home. For her.