‘Why does this atmosphere feel so heavy?’
If someone isn’t acquainted with a superior, they can’t casually approach and greet them without an introduction. That must have been why everyone was only sneaking glances at me from the corners of their eyes.
Honestly, it would’ve been better if someone had just greeted me—these curious stares were far more awkward!
At least, unlike last time, no one was giving me openly hostile looks. That was something to be thankful for, I guess.
When I turned my head, the Marchioness beside me—wearing a new lavender gown—was clearly enjoying all the attention.
‘I wish I had her shameless confidence.’
I was still moving stiffly and awkwardly when a lady nearby tried to make eye contact with me.
It was the baroness I had met during the last tea party.
“Baroness Wintit?”
The noblewoman’s face lit up, and she stepped forward. “Your Grace, it’s…
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