Though surprised by Her Royal Highness the Princess's willing cooperation, Shade still carried the cat over to Angelina Cavendish, bent down, and placed the cat, held by the scruff of its neck, before her hand.
Little Mia had no habit of biting people, so she did not open her mouth at the beautiful hand extended before her. Following her principle of sniffing everything to determine whether it was food, she actually leaned forward for a light sniff. The cat was slightly curled up, and coupled with her lovely appearance, she was truly quite endearing.
The sixteen-year-old princess actually used her uninjured hand to touch her, only to be directly rejected by the cat's paws. Not only did this fail to anger Angelina, it made her and the young ladies around her laugh.
"Very good. It seems Her Royal Highness the Princess is fine. Next."
Shade was quite pleased with Little Mia's obedience.
With the princess being the first to let the cat sniff her, the other noble young ladies also smiled and had Shade carry the cat over to sniff their hands. Every time, Shade stressed that his cat would absolutely, absolutely not overlook anyone with a special scent on their hands. In truth, however, Shade did not care at all what Mia might smell. He was carefully observing everyone's expressions.
When the cat had sniffed about two-thirds of the hands, Shade finally noticed that the girl in the blue long dress trimmed with lace, who had been sitting silently on the sofa the entire time, was quietly rubbing her hand against her skirt.
"Perhaps it's only a coincidence, but..."
When it was her turn, Shade carried the cat to her, bent down, and set it down.
"Lady, please extend your hand."
The silent chestnut-haired girl clearly did not want