Two-Faced Princess

“I guess you liked me.” Uriel’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he spoke while holding a champagne flute.

He seemed unwilling, to be honest, but Apollonia knew.

It was clear that he had been preparing for this day for a long time.

She noticed how the restaurant manager had given Uriel special treatment the moment he entered Avienne.

He was being polite and disciplined on purpose.

If they recognized Apollonia and treated her similarly, she might have understood that it was due to their admiration for the royal family.

The fact that she was a princess hadn’t changed even if she didn’t possess a strong presence that demanded attention.

However, after leaving Madame Jensen’s salon, Apollonia had taken Bella’s medicine to slightly alter her appearance.

If they didn’t look too closely, no one would recognize her as the princess with her black hair and green eyes.

It was her choice not to attract too much attention so that Uriel wouldn’t have a hard time escorting her.

However, the restaurant manager and his employees obviously took note of Uriel and not her.

Although they treated her with all due courtesy, Uriel became the recipient of their starstruck expressions.

“Baked meat is Avienne’s signature dish.” Uriel said as he sliced the meat on her plate of his own accord.”It goes well with any of the seven sauces.”

The food in front of them looked splendid.

There were more than seven or eight types of bread served in a basket that was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, three types of Eclair with chocolate and various jams, and a butter-scented brioche, perfectly baked and prepared in a warm state.

More than ten kinds of jams were placed next to them along with honey and chocolate.

Plates containing grilled beef paired with supplementary vegetables were beautifully decorated on silver plates at the center of the table.

There were also three types of champagne.

The pink-colored champagne was so sweet that she found it hard to stop once she started drinking it, clear alcohol that one could get drunk just by inhaling it, and sparkling gold bubblies that she couldn’t stop staring at due to its beautiful color.

“Uriel.”

Apollonia wanted to speak to him about it, but Uriel seemed to have no intention of responding.

“Ah. I should just leave it for now.”

She sighed and put a piece of meat into her mouth that Uriel had cut into.

The mix of its meaty juice and butter seemed to melt at the tip of her tongue.

“What do you think?”

“I heard that the food here in ‘Avienne’ is better than the Imperial Palace.” Apollonia stopped talking to put a piece of brioche in her mouth. “It’s true.”

She truly admired the quality of their food even if she wasn’t the type to put much meaning into it in her life.

It wasn’t just about using high-quality stuff, but it was about the degree of baking temperature, the harmony, and quantity of the overall ingredients in a single dish and their sincerity to provide an excellent service.

“Leo Avienne discovers talented boys and girls from all over the empire and educates them for free. The chefs who have cooked together since childhood said that the results were the best because they know each other’s abilities well.” Uriel said as he poured champagne into Apollonia’s glass with eyes filled with mischief.

“Just take a sip from each champagne. You can’t get drunk.”

“I’m not that weak, you know?”

“That’s what you said before.”

Apollonia touched her forehead.

She remembered the moment when she drank in Lishan and fell asleep, leaning on Uriel’s shoulder.

It was a long time ago.

“Tanya’s grandmother concocted such a strong drink at that time compared to this regular champagne—-”

Uriel did not listen to her protest.

In those three champagne flutes, he only poured a small amount of alcohol enough to finish with one sip each and Apollonia obeyed him silently.

“Delicious.”

Every sip was so fascinating.

This was quite a new taste for Apollonia, who was accustomed to high-quality food at the Imperial Palace.

Each champagne tasted different but they perfectly harmonized with each other to give the best taste.

Looking at Apollonia in admiration, Uriel let out a satisfied laugh. “I thought you’d like it more than drinking it separately.”

“Do you know where each drink comes from?” Apollonia asked testily.

Although she studied about them, it was amazing to witness Uriel, who seemed not as interested in alcohol as well as clothes, who knew about the champagne that Apollonia had never drunk before.