Chapter 216

Writing invitations was no easy task.

Between making sure every one looked presentable, working in all the proper flowery phrases, writing each by hand, and sealing it with wax over and over, my arm felt like it was about to fall off.

"Ugh, this is exhausting."

At this rate my whole body's going to smell like paper, ink, and perfume. Who on earth came up with this complicated, tedious, pretentious ritual of dousing the finished letter in perfume on top of everything else?

The funny thing was that writing invitations was actually the easy part, compared to what the Lady — no, Naria — had to do.

"Hmm, Marquess Nimeria. What do you think about inviting the Roderun barony too? Especially the youngest lady — we should send her a separate invitation to make sure she attends."

"...Wouldn't it be awkward for everyone, seeing each other's faces again? Do we…