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In her previous life, she hadn’t had such private meetings outside of Academy or family-related events. Private invitations and attendance before a debutante ball were rare. It would have been acceptable if they were already acquainted, but the Grand Ducal family wasn’t known for socializing much. Furthermore, there were eligible young men in that family. If it were a family of only ladies, she would have been less concerned. Every little detail worried Vivian. With a troubled expression, she asked her…- 72.7 K • Ongoing
- “Arthur, napping in a tree? That’s not like him.” Vivian scrutinized Arthur’s appearance. He didn't look like someone who had just woken up. His shirt was crisp and unwrinkled, his hair neat. Whatever position he had slept in, he hadn't even leaned against the tree trunk; there wasn't a single trace of dishevelment. His lips, pressed together in a straight line, tightened slightly. “He’s hiding something.” Vivian inwardly scoffed, seeing through his lie. In her past life, Arthur had…
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- Vivian lightly waved her hand dismissively at Jenny. “Oh, come now. Who would mistake me for my own lady’s maid?” “You never know.” Vivian thought to herself, “For instance, what if my brother takes a dislike to Jenny? Or what if one of Mother’s maids tries to shift the blame onto her? Neither should happen, but…” She knew she would need Jenny’s help in the future, within safe boundaries, of course. Jenny needed to be free to move around and gather information. For that, it…
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- “There were all sorts of abilities. What else was there…?” While Vivian was reminiscing about her academy days, Jenny continued, “Ah, the guild I visited recently mentioned that there’s been increasing unrest at the border.” “Really? His Majesty and His Grace must be deeply concerned.” “Yes. If the conflicts continue, His Grace might have to go to the front lines. His children will be making their debut soon; it would be nice if he could see that before he…
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- Then, she whispered to Arthur. The young girl’s delicate voice pierced the boy’s ears. “Arthur, I’d prefer there be no more disturbances while you’re staying at Beaufort.” “As you wish, Miss Vivian.” Arthur bowed his head at young Vivian’s words. A small question bloomed in his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. “Shall we go to the dining room now, Vivian?” “Yes, Sister.” Flora then led her sister away, their maids following, until they completely disappeared. Left…
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- The contrast between his defiant attitude towards Arthur and his current groveling was repulsive. He begged Flora for forgiveness, his forehead still glued to the floor. Vivian watched, her heart heavy. So this is the reality of the relationship between employers and servants of different classes. In the end, they saw me as less than themselves. A bitter taste filled her mouth. It went without saying that the Beaufort servants were always diligent, kind, and cheerful towards her. As their…
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- “It’s alright. We can still fix this.” Flora’s characteristic, wavy brown hair shimmered in the sunlight. A few stray strands had fallen loose, suggesting she had been searching inside the mansion, just as she’d said. Vivian gently smoothed back her sister’s hair with her small hand, then took a handkerchief from her pocket and dabbed at Flora’s damp, white forehead. Flora’s lips curved into a warmer smile, touched by her younger sister’s care. Meanwhile, a servant…
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Ellie’s listless eyes sparkled. The warm, freshly cooked sausage was delicious, its rich juices bursting forth with every bite. Mesmerized, she chewed contentedly. “Delicious…” Daniel was speechless at her genuine delight. He looked at his own sliced sausage. It was an ordinary sausage, the kind found anywhere. She was impressed by this? He wasn't some newly rich upstart; he was a Count. A nobleman of his standing wouldn't skimp on the servants' meals. But even so, it was still the…- 29.7 K • Ongoing
- Ellie descended to the basement, her arms full of curtains and her heart heavy. The moment she stepped into the hallway, she was hit by a wave of heat and humidity. It was her first time alone in the laundry room. She hesitantly entered. “Excuse me…” Laundry maids bustled around the room. The nearest one, completely ignoring Ellie, continued stirring a vat. Hot water bubbled in several large tubs. Thick steam obscured her vision, and the harsh smell of detergent stung her nostrils. Ellie…
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- “Ugh—blah!” Ellie pretended to gag. Angela, perched on a ladder and tearing down curtains, glanced down at her with a puzzled look. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I think I ate something bad.” Ellie quickly covered her mouth with her hand. But the horrible memory resurfaced. As she forced herself to suppress the nausea, a strange hiccuping sound escaped her. Hours had passed, but the gruesome image refused to fade. William Stoner’s splayed legs—and that other ghastly thing—still…
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