37 Good Acting

Azariah’s POV

“Oh, Dear Azariah, there you are.”

As soon as I entered the hall, I heard Diana's bloody melodramatic voice.

I took a deep breath and suppressed my anger. I can't be angry, or she will win.

“Congratulations, Diana.” I glanced at her and kept my pride.

Diana is my cousin, a year younger than me. When she was five, her father won an official position with the Windsor name, and they moved to the capital. Although our family names are all Windsor, they are declining offshoots, and my family is the only respected Windsor family.

Diana's father knew exactly where he stood. Over the years, he has been very respectful of us, showing a face willing to serve us, which pleased my father. That's why their family got tickets to the aristocracy. But Diana, a girl from the country, had always had a high opinion of herself and had been comparing herself to me secretly since she was a child.

When I was 8 years old, I learned to arrange flowers. She learned to arrange flowers too, and del