Chapter 92. The One Person The Marchioness bit her lip, as if finally giving up under my gaze.
“Then at least let me go along!”
From among the servants, Janet stepped forward.
‘Our Janet really loves to follow, doesn’t she. Must be very loyal to the Marquis.’
“Madam will feel so out of place here. She needs someone familiar to wait on her.”
Janet quickly added, as if determined not to miss another chance like before.
“And Young Master Raphael is terribly shy. He won’t tolerate strange attendants near him.”
The Marchioness squeezed her eyes shut like this was her last card.
“At least let me bring one maid.”
Well, Janet was manageable.
I already had a good idea of her type.
“Of course, Mother,” I said with a pleasant smile.
“Welcome to Blenheim, Janet.”
***
Clack.
The carriage door closed, and soon the wheels began to turn.
Inside, opposite…
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