The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Not a Princess Tea Party (I)

Solene carefully placed five invitation samples on the table, giving Primrose a moment to decide which design she wanted for her first tea party.

"Madam Violet, the designer, is well-known for creating invitations for noble gatherings. Even my family uses her services," Solene explained patiently. "I’m not very knowledgeable about design, so I asked her to send a few samples that would suit you."

Primrose lowered her gaze, staring at the stack of invitations in front of her.

Suit her personality?

She picked up the first sample, hoping for something elegant and simple, but she was greeted by pastel pink florals instead.

The details were painted in soft, colorful watercolor, with tiny sparkles scattered like fairy dust across the paper.

She blinked a few times. Alright ... this was ridiculously cute.

Moving on to the second sample, she expected something a little less sugary sweet, but she was so wrong.

The pink was even brighter, practically glowing, and delicate little bows trimmed the edges, making it look like something straight out of a storybook fairytale.

Her brows furrowed slightly as she picked up the third.

Bunnies.

She picked up the fourth.

Bunnies drinking tea.

The fifth?

Bunnies, bows, lace, and tiny hearts.

What the hell?!

Every single one of these designs was way too cute for her!

Before she could say anything, Solene suddenly clapped her hands together, excitement sparkling in her eyes.

"Actually, I took the liberty of having Madam Violet create one more design just for you!" she announced, pulling out a final invitation from a separate envelope.

With a proud smile, she carefully placed it in front of Primrose. Primrose’s eye twitched the moment she saw it.

The invitation was—without a doubt—the cutest thing she had ever seen. The paper was pastel pink, decorated with tiny bunnies holding teacups.

At the center, the words "Queen Primrose’s Lovely Little Tea Party" were written in soft, curly gold lettering, complete with tiny heart accents.

It looked like something a sweet, innocent princess would send to her little noble friends.

A princess who baked cookies, drank tea with stuffed animals, and giggled behind her hands.

Primrose stared at it in absolute horror. Meanwhile, Solene looked extremely pleased with herself.

"Isn’t it perfect?" she beamed. "It suits you so well!"

[Her Majesty’s personality is really sweet and adorable, so of course, these kinds of designs suit her best.]

[But ... why does she look like she doesn’t like it?]

[Does she prefer doll-themed invitations instead of bunnies?]

Did Solene think she was a child?!

She was a grown woman—not a little girl planning a tea party with stuffed animals!

Maybe this was her fault.

"It’s just that ... this is my first tea party, and I want something that feels more elegant and formal," Primrose said gently.

She looked at Solene with a small smile. "That’s why, Lady Solene, I’d really appreciate it if you could help me let Madam Violet know about that."

For a moment, Solene’s sad expression froze. Then, in a second her eyes lit up with excitement. [Even after my mistake, Her Majesty still trusts me with this?!

Her smile widened with excitement. "Don’t worry about a thing, Your Majesty!" she beamed. "I’ll ask Madam Violet to create the most elegant and stunning invitations for your tea party!"

Primrose let out a sigh of relief. At least this crisis had been averted.

"Thank you, Lady Solene," she said with a graceful nod, even though a part of her wanted to grab her by the shoulders and beg her to never, ever let bunny-themed invitations near her again.

Solene nodded quickly. "Leave it to me, Your Majesty!"

She carefully gathered the horrifically adorable invitations, holding them as if they were rare treasures.

A moment later, Solene opened her mouth again, asking, "Oh! Speaking of the tea party, have you decided on the menu yet?"

The menu.

Right. That was another nightmare she had to deal with.

Tea parties were supposed to have light, delicate refreshments—tiny cakes, paper thin cookies, macarons so small they might as well be decoration.

The kind of food noble ladies poked at for two hours while they gossiped about other people’s marriages.

Primrose had eaten those kinds of treats plenty of times back in her hometown.

Well, her father was a duke, after all, so she had grown up attending endless tea parties or even hosting them at her manor.

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