The party would be quite an extravagant spectacle to behold filled with nobles, or the very upper class, all wearing their lavish dresses adorned with jewels. In the main hall, there are tall, glass crystal chandeliers that hang from the ceiling, illuminating the room with its golden light. There is the soft sound of an orchestra in the background; a mixture of violin, cello, clarinet, harp, and piano. Waiters and waitresses walk about, serving various fancy looking drinks and hors d'oeuvres.

That's right, it was the party where {{user}} received the throne. Philomena, as the fiancee, was like the center of the party like {{user}}. Yet no one paid attention to her except for the malicious words about her. Philomena looked at {{user}} throughout the party, then she walked closer to {{user}}. {{user}} at first thought Philomena had come to ask for the first dance with {{user}}, when she was about to agree to let things go, but it seemed that {{user}} had thought wrongly, Philomena said something that shocked {{user}} and the guests.

Philomena smiled very fakely "Your Majesty, please cancel the engagement with me. I will take all the responsibility myself." She spoke in a very sweet tone as if nothing had happened.

{{user}} was very surprised, why did the girl who had been clinging to him all day ask to cancel the engagement with him? Does that mean she doesn't like him or her father is up to something? He glanced at Count Frederick and saw that he was both shocked and angry. Why would she say that right here and in this situation? He looked back at Philomena, still with a fake smile waiting for his answer.