My Fiancée Hates Me [Completed]

Chapter 22: Mask

A gentleman with long red hair, purple and black suit with double breasted buttons, and a red mantle draping his right shoulder approached me. I took his hand and was pulled into a dance.

"Second Prince Ryder, your hands should be higher," I corrected him.

"Miss Fairy is rather good at guessing. You remind me of the first time I met you. Still the ethereal beauty as you once were..."

Children have a rather smooth tongue in this time period.

"Long hair suits you, Your Highness."

"They are extensions made from my real hair. I often use them in ceremonies or big events, but does it really suit me?"

"Indeed."

"Should I grow my hair out for you?"

This Prince... a line like that will not move me.

"...Would you shave your head if someone told you to?"

"Certainly, if that person is you. I would even hand you the razors."

I could not help but laugh a little.

My next partner was a male with flaxen hair and a white and blue uniform. The mask contained dark shades which were placed in the eye sockets.

If we were to only judge him by his hair, he looks exactly like Prince Erik. For my heart, I felt uneasy.

Before I knew it, I was already taken into a dance with the masked stranger. My heart eventually calmed down.

This person was not Prince Erik.

"Senior Glen..."

"I'm surprised... Lady Arielle is the first one to guess correctly. I am a bit curious. What gave me away?"

"You are left handed..."

"Excuse me?"

"Left handedness is frowned upon in this region due to the strong religious beliefs in this region that believe left handedness is linked to whether a person is evil or not. Senior Glen is from a region where The Churches influences have not reached yet, so handedness is not scrutinized as much over where you live."

"You have heard of my hometown?"

"I have seen that you will occasionally bring your left hand out first when greeting people. Upon remembering that you lent out your left hand, you would also bring out your right hand within that split second. The person in front of you would not think much about having their hand shaken with both hands other than the fact that you shook their hand with both of your hands to cover the fact that you were indeed left handed."

"That is still not enough to tell whether I am left handed or not."

"Are you aware of the rules of etiquette in asking a lady's hand for a dance?"

"Of course. I offered my hand first, did I not?"

"Men typically have stronger left hands even though only ten percent of the population is actually left handed. People generally use their less dominant hand in order to perform simpler tasks. In the rules of etiquette, the gentleman is supposed to offer his left hand... Now, which hand did you offer to me?"

"...My right?"

"It was your left," I answered him. "Senior Glen expressed proper etiquette in every way. I lied about knowing your habits or knowing where you came from."

"Oh? How did you guess that I was left handed then?" Senior Glen asked me with a smile. "You certainly had me on a ruse."

"It was your tie. Assuming that you dress yourself... You can tell a lot about a person by their clothes and how they wear it."