Chapter 1
I hate that mess. “Marriage ?” Ingrid’s eyes widened.
“Yeah, Ingrid. I’ve heard of a marriage rumor about you. There is someone who wants to marry you.” The stepmother looks very excited.
Seeing that both cheeks were stained pink, the stepmother was in a very good mood. Because she was feeling good, she took out her favorite wine and drank a glass or two. ‘I don’t know who it is, but it seems like it’s from a great family.” Ingrid knows that no stepmother of any family was this excited.
Putting it simply, the stepmother was a secularist, a materialist, and a representative of all vanity. A personality that must always be ahead of trends and receive the most attention at a party. Every new hat had to be put on first, and hats and dresses that were identical to others were thrown away even if they were new. Such a stepmother is like ‘hondam’
Seeing that she was really excited, the other party must be from an imperial family. ‘Isn’t it supposed to be the Crown Prince? I hate that bearded fat guy.’ Ingrid’s brow wrinkled slightly as she remembered how Prince Edwin flirted with her a few months ago.
Although Edwin was still young, his head was already bald, his stomach was bulging, and above all, he had a thick beard. Of course, if the proposal was from a prince who was not good looking enough, with a beard covering half of his face and thinking that he was handsome, he would really be rejected.
“Who is he?” For once, Ingrid hid her uncomfortable expression. Okay. It may not be Edwin. Let’s not make assumptions.
Maybe he could be a nice guy. There were many wonderful men in the world And maybe one of them had high enough qualifications..
“Don’t be surprised.” “yes.”
If you tell me not to be surprised, I’ll even more anticipate it.

She’s warning me in advance not to be surprised because I’m sure I’ll be surprised. But no matter how much warning I can’t help but be surprised.
“It’s Ian.”
“yes?”
Ingrid tilted his head. “Who is Ian?” Ian? Ian? I couldn’t remember anyone named Ian at all. It was the first time I heard such a name. “Is he someone I don’t know? A foreigner?’
Then a smile spread across her stepmother’s face, and a surname that Ingrid knew came out.
“Ian Gray”
“Are you sure… you’re not talking about the Duke of Gray?” I hope
it’s not that Ian Gray, Ingrid begged inwardly.
“Why not? That’s Ian Grey. The Duke of Grey wants to propose to you, sweetheart.”
‘Oh, Lord!’ Originally, Ingrid was not very religious, but right now, she was asking for God. She had no choice but to do so. Ian Gray! I’d rather not marry Ian Gray!

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