Two-Faced Princess-Chapter 187

A few years ago, she told him that an aristocrat must learn about wines and different kinds of champagne, but she didn’t think Uriel would seriously learn it.

“The raw materials were ordered from the Eilar region, specifically from the Countess of Amon, and from the Kingdom of Arman. As for the year of production——”

“Oh, no. I see.”

Apollonia shook her head slightly.

It was hard to believe that Uriel could answer her question smoothly while holding a champagne flute in his fancy everyday clothes rather than his armor.

He seemed so different from his usual appearance as a well-respected knight on the battlefield.

“How did you know I’d like it?”

“Because I know you enjoy a little bit of bittersweet taste.”

There was a definite certainty in his answer.

Apollonia had never really thought about her taste, but what he said was probably true.

“How do you know that?”

“I know a lot about you, Your Highness.”

Uriel replied with a nonchalant air, his turquoise eyes sparkling once more.

“Anything else?”

For a moment, Apollonia was curious how much Uriel had observed and figured her out.

“Of course.”

Apollonia swallowed a piece of meat Uriel had cut, took a sip of tea, and asked. “What’s my favorite food?”

“It’s an apple pie Maya bakes. You haven’t eaten it in a while.”

“Who was my first pet?”

“It was a white horse named ‘White Rose’.

“What did I wear on my 20th birthday?”

“You’re wearing a light blue dress, Your Highness. There was a lot of lace and its hem was made of tiny crystals. I couldn’t go to the banquet, but that night I came to tell you the news about the Grand Commander.”

“What’s my favorite color?”

“Nothing. You think that every color fits a certain space.”

“Who is my favorite person in history?”

“I find it unique that you like Leila Luperion, Pascal I’s greatest enemy that he had executed, Your Highness.”

He answered Apollonia’s every question without hesitation.

Some were facts that even Apollonia didn’t notice about herself.

However, none of Uriel’s answers were wrong.

“Shall we do more?”

“How do you know all that?”

Apollonia’s green eyes, thanks to Bella’s potion, widened in shock.

She couldn’t think of additional questions at that moment.

“If you’re interested in something or someone, you are bound to know everything about them,” Uriel said before he brought his lips to the rim of his champagne flute.

The golden wine coating his red lips made him look even more beautiful.

“You’ve been away for five years. Didn’t you pay too much attention to useless things?”

“Your taste is the most important thing in the world. What do you mean it’s useless?” Uriel asked with a straight face.

“My nanny probably didn’t know all those things about me as much as you did.”

“Of course. There’s only one person who knows you as well as I do, Your Highness.”

Apollonia smirked, knowing who he was talking about.

“You and Adrian Reese were attached to the hip day and night.” He grumbled possessively.

Uriel was like an approaching giant puppy who got annoyed at seeing his owner petting another pet.

“I’ll ask them to bring you some dessert. Avienne has a lot of great food, including your favorite strawberry tart, except for Maya’s apple pie.”

Uriel was right again.

Apollonia loved all desserts with strawberries in them.

If it’s a well-made tart——-”

All kinds of cakes, tarts, chocolates, and macaroons were soon placed on colorful plates in front of the two.

“Uriel, tell me now. How the hell is this place—-”

Before Apollonia finished speaking, a middle-aged man approached the table with the last plate of macaroons.

“Count Buiché.”

Dressed neatly in light blue, he seemed to be different from other employees.

He greeted Uriel with a welcoming expression and was courteous to Apollonia.

Uriel also greeted him as if he knew him well and expected him to come and talk to him in person.

“Long time no see.”

The man’s face radiated with delight.

“Long time no see, Count. I was glad to hear that you recently made a reservation at our restaurant after a short walk—-”

He looked as if he was meeting an old friend.

It was a little different from the rest of the employee’s trained politeness.

“It’s Leo Avienne.”

Uriel introduced him to Apollonia.

She looked at the man curiously.

“You’re the owner of this restaurant.”

“Nice to meet you. Even if our restaurant still had many shortcomings, I feel honored that both of you had stopped by.”