Volu 2, Chapter 7: Leave your troubles for when you make ringue.
The light clang of tal on tal ford a rhythm.
Risa held the silver bowl in her arm as she whipped the egg whites with a whisk.
Usually she would use the mixer to make ringue, but today was an exception.
It was the regular holiday today, so there were no custors or the two employees.
She didn’t really want to stay ho, so she holed herself up in the café kitchen. Even so, she couldn’t motivate herself to make a new recipe, so she was doing brainless work.
So many things had happened recently, so she wanted to have so ti to herself to think.
The request to be the consultant for the Culinary Departnt, the recruitnt for new employees, and the marriage talks with His Highness Edgar.
Putting the recruitnt aside, she was extrely underqualified for the Culinary Departnt and the marriage talks.
Suppose she did marry His Highness Edgar. She would not be able to continue running the café.
All royalty that ca of age in the Feliformia Kingdom dabbled in politics. Of course, that included His Majesty and Her Majesty, but His Highness Edgar who would lead the next generation already had a position. If she beca his spouse, Risa would also be given a political position.
She didn’t need to think about that to know it was impossible.
After all, Risa had co to this country, no, this world for less than two years. She knew next to nothing about this world, especially when it ca to politics.
In addition, even though Risa was the daughter of a marquis, she was adopted.
Of course, Lucius might not know this fact, but the spouse of the crown prince should still be a lady with noble blood. If this were an average marriage talk, His Highness Edgar might have been the ideal spouse, what with his incredible character and inco. However, he was the crown prince of a country.
It wasn’t like she loved His Highness Edgar, but there was a reason why she couldn’t refuse on the spot.
That was the joy that Anastasia showed when they were inford. She was best friends with His Highness Edgar’s mother, Her Majesty Adelisia.
Risa’s refusal would likely cause her deep sorrow, so Risa couldn’t put her foot down.
Besides… Risa thought.
The people of this world expected Risa to provide unfamiliar and new flavors to them. While she was happy about it, she also felt imnse pressure from them.
If she married His Highness Edgar, wouldn’t she be set free from that pressure?
Risa almost went with the flow, the unimaginable duties and troubles of the crown princess seeming better than all the troubles she had right now.
She was suddenly brought back to reality, noticing that the bowl was full of ringue. Suddenly feeling all the exhaustion in her right wrist, Risa placed the bowl on the table.
Her sigh in the quiet kitchen sounded strangely deafening.
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