“Modest...?”
Apparently, Johannes Schultz and I had very different standards for what counted as modest.
The banquet was the very definition of extravagance.
Everyone had told me not to feel pressured, but now those words sounded like they were mocking me.
Not long after the banquet began, the estate grew lively with the arrival of more guests.
Fresh flowers and countless lights had been arranged throughout the gardens, making the winter evening resemble a warm summer night.
Of course...
The air was still freezing.
“As the stars of tonight's banquet, you and His Grace should make your appearance last.”
“I imagine nearly every noble here is curious about Miss Prim.”
Marilyn gently smoothed a loose curl with her fingertips.
“Your hair still has a bit of curl left.”
Then she looked at me with concern.
“You didn't seem to be feeling well earlier.”
“How are you now?”
“A little better?”…
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