I looked at my older brother, Dominic von Hohenberg, who was sitting in the audience, as if posing for a painting. Arms crossed. A serious expression. His chin slightly raised.
Truly... the aura of "I am Dominic, the noble older brother who saved the world from my slightly crazy younger sister." radiated from his pores.
Meanwhile, I—Liliane von Hohenberg, the future legend of contemporary noble art of this century (or at least the noble with the biggest ambitions since Napoleon)—sat in my plush jury chair in the style of a K-pop agency CEO who happened to be lost in a feudal age.
I smiled confidently, chin slightly raised, like a goddess of grace who had just discovered the world stage. Inside, I cheered excitedly:
"Look, Dominic! Witness this revolution! The revolution of a Liliane that will change the world of art!"
Then I let out a small laugh—a subtle yet wicked laugh, an evil laugh that would surely make any prince think twice before rejecting my proposal.
