There was something so soothing about the aroma of jasmine tea in the afternoon.
Especially if the tea was served in a porcelain cup lined with gold, reflecting my face which—no exaggeration here—clearly shone light like the goddess of cuteness, the pride of the von Hohenberg family.
I took a slow sip. Warm. Fragrant. Sweet—not just because of the sugar, but also because of the sweet imagination of billions of gold coins dancing in my mind.
Yes, I, Lady Liliane von Hohenberg, the future most dazzling entrepreneur in the entire kingdom! Just that thought alone made me want to laugh at the world.
But no, a true Lady does not laugh out loud. Only smiles gracefully and lifts the cup slowly. Like this—oops, oh my, it almost spilled.
While calming my pounding heart from nearly losing my precious tea, I recalled my conversation with Father and… that poor nobleman.
