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Rose had written me almost 3 pages worth of compliments and described, in great detail, how magnificent her upcoming party was going to be.

'Seeing how she wrote about her expectations so candidly, there's no doubt she's

expecting something from me.'

Letting out a sigh, I carefully put away the letter before turning to Marilyn.

"Please prepare for an outing, I need to go downtown."

"Pardon? Was there something you needed? If you just give us the word, we can call and bring in a merchant here, milady."

"No, it's because I want to go and pick out something in person."

Although Marilyn continued to give me a curious look, I remained stubborn.

'Rose will surely be disappointed if I get her something without much thought, so even if it's bothersome, I'll have to go pick something out myself.

We weren't even very close so the intent behind her excessive flattery was clear.

'She most likely wants me to bring a special gift.'

Due to my status as a duke's daughter, it wasn't strange for people to have certain expectations of me. It's just that those expectations were a bit burdensome.

I left the house while pondering over what kind of gift would be appropriate.

*

High society was noisy once again with the latest gossip on Juvellian.

"Oh my, isn't it shocking news that that arrogant Lady Floyen didn't ignore an invitation for once?"

"Yes, it's quite fascinating...With the exception of the Imperial family, she has never accepted an invitation from anyone before"

"The daughter of Count Arlo seemed pretty ordinary to me, I wonder what kind of charm she holds that made Lady Floyen act like that?"

"Not to mention, many ladies have started decorating their letters with pressed flowers and ribbons."

"I wonder if Lady Floyen knows she's the one who started that trend?"

A young man, who was quietly listening in to the conversations between the ladies, turned around and walked away.

'Count Arlo, was it?'

Exiting the banquet hall, he quickly stepped into a waiting carriage.

"Head for home."

The place the carriage arrived at was none other than the estate of Marquess Hessen.

"You've arrived, milord?"

Instead of an answer, the young man took off his coat and held it out to the servant. The servant quickly lowered his head, taking the coat.

"Let the butler know."

There was a moment of silence, perhaps in hesitation, but a firm voice continued to speak over the servant's lowered head.

"That I'll be attending Count Arlo's party."

"Yes, Young Master."

Before his servant could leave the room, the young man swiftly added,

"Ah, also....Were there any letters that came for me?"

The servant shook his head.

"I'm afraid not, milord. Was there a letter you were waiting for?"

The young man ignored his servants question, choosing to send him out instead.