As soon as Agatha's approval was received, construction began.
Normally, she would have just seen and heard about it at the new house and come see it after all the maintenance was done, but this time it was different.
Agatha sometimes had breakfast at the Aratus mansion in the capital, and she decorated the mansion and tended the garden herself every day.
During that process, she naturally encountered Isabelle.
“The mansion will be noisy. Isn’t it uncomfortable to live in?”
"No."
Isabelle, with her long blue hair flowing down, shook her head with shining light green eyes.
“But home is still the most comfortable place.”
Isabelle, who had not been able to properly debut in high society due to the tyranny of her relatives, was preparing for a re-debut.
'Come to think of it, Isabelle doesn't have any adults to help her debut.'
With Enoch's return, Isabelle's position would not be the same as before, but she still needed someone to help her debut in high society.
Agatha ordered some refreshments from her butler, Ben, on the nearby terrace, then sat down across from Isabelle.
“I heard that you’ve been putting a lot of effort into re-entering the social world these days. Can I ask how your preparations are going?”
“I got a new dress. I also bought some new jewelry.”
Now eighteen, Isabelle was young and calm, doing everything she could.
New clothes, new shoes, new jewelry.
It was definitely a necessary preparation for attending a social gathering. However, there was something else that was needed for a real social gathering.
“How much experience do you have attending social gatherings?”
“Not much. I’m still not good at social language.”
It wasn't just social language. In Agatha's view, Isabelle was woefully lacking in aristocratic taste or connections.
Invitations will be plentiful, but since there is no elder in the family to guide or protect her, she will only become easy prey for the nobles if she goes out.
Isabelle knew that and seemed to be careful, but there was no point in going out into society like that.
Agatha, who had gathered her thoughts, opened her mouth while drinking the warm tea that had just been placed.
“Once the mansion is finished being renovated, I plan to open it up and invite guests to open a makeshift salon.”
Although slightly bewildered, Isabelle listened intently to Agatha's plan.
“What do you think it would be like if Isabelle became the second host?”
“The second host?”
"Yes."
Isabelle opened her eyes wide and clasped her hands together at the unexpected suggestion.
“I thought it would be a good idea for you to join me and get used to socializing before the fall social gathering.”
It was just a salon, but the people in the high society around Agatha were all big shots with their own power base.
As Isabelle spends time with them, her standards will naturally improve and she will become familiar with social language.
With Agatha by her side, even if Isabelle made a mistake, those around her would be forgiving.
"How is it?"
Isabelle blinked rapidly and answered in a small voice.
“Can I do it well?”
“Everyone has a beginning. After starting out like this, some people open their own salons and things like that.”
Agatha was talking to Isabelle about offering her the opportunity to fill in her lack of experience and connections.
“Don’t worry. I’m stepping forward as the only adult of the Aratus family left by Isabelle’s side.”
Isabelle, who had been looking at Agatha for a while, slightly bowed her head.
“Thank you for your consideration, Lady Agatha.”
The butler Ben, who was watching the scene, was smiling happily.
The renovation of the capital Aratus Mansion progressed quickly.
Agatha refined the garden, which was once full of trees, and filled it with blue roses. She also purchased paintings and sculptures to decorate the mansion after it was renovated.
After buying new furniture and taking out the historic plates, cups, and tapestries, she also acquired some trendy teas and good wines.
Curtains and drapes that change from white to blue according to the season, vases made by royal craftsmen, and even sophisticated decorations.
A sensual elegance has been added to the quaint and elegant Aratus Mansion.
Agatha, who had almost finished decorating the mansion, sat down with Isabelle, with whom she had become very close, and began writing a list of guests.
“Do you have any close noble friends?”
“No. I don’t have anyone close enough to invite.”
“Then would you like to take a look at this list?”
Agatha showed the list she had written to Isabelle.
It was a list of young ladies of similar age to Isabel, with good character and family background.
Anyone who became friends with one of these people would be able to settle into the social world without a hitch.
“If there is anyone you are reluctant to see or have a bad relationship with, please let me know.”
Isabelle looked over the list with sparkling eyes and smiled.
“I think they are all good people.”
“Then I will send out invitations according to this list.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Agatha pulled out a piece of pre-prepared letter paper and handed it to Isabelle.
“Isabel, please write the invitation text.”
It was a much-needed experience for Isabelle, who had never written an invitation before.
“How about this?”
“Okay. What kind of scent would you like on your invitation?”
“I planted roses in the garden, so should I spray some rose perfume?”
In addition, she decided with Isabelle what kind of tea leaves to serve and what kind of food to prepare.
It was a slow-burning show from the beginning of how the Tea Party began.
After refurbishing the capital Aratus Mansion, the first social gathering decided to be a tea party.
Agatha, who returned to her new home late at night, was greeted by an invitation to the first performance of the orchestra she sponsored in late summer.
“Madam, I think the first performance of the year has been decided to be with the Abrum Orchestra.”
"Yes?"
Agatha, who had just washed up, accepted the invitation handed out by her maid, Jessie.
The Abrum Orchestra was an orchestra sponsored by Agatha.
The heat has passed and fall has not yet arrived.
This was a time when artists supported by each family showcased their achievements through performances and exhibitions.
The first performance was an event that invited not only the patronizing aristocrats but also influential socialites.
Unless something special comes up, she should attend.
“I guess I’ll have to adjust my schedule.”
Even though Agatha placed the invitation on the table, Jesse hesitated and did not back down.
"What's the matter?"
“Shall I speak to the butler and ask the Marquis to attend?”
“...”
Agatha approached the bedroom window without saying a word. Her hands carefully stroked her still-damp hair.
“Just in case.”
Jessie added softly. The first performance was usually attended by a couple.
Patronage of the arts was a major business even for noble families.
Although they didn't say anything, many employees must have noticed that things have been awkward between the couple lately, just like Jessie.
The same would apply to the knights who follow her around as escorts every time.
Agatha muttered, closing her eyes quietly.
“He will take care of it.”
He won't cause rumors of discord by not attending.
The Enoch that Agatha had identified was that kind of man.
‘...I’m not sure how it is now.’
Hehehe-
Outside the window, a horse's neighing and the butler's voice could be heard beating someone.
Agatha opened my eyes. She saw a familiar blue hair in the darkness.
“I think the Marquis has returned.”
"...I know."
The moment her eyes met with those of his sunken gray eyes.
Agatha reflexively pulled the curtains to cover the window.
"Lady?"
“I should probably go to sleep now. Everyone, go out.”
Another maid, Marie, went out, glaring at Jessie without Agatha knowing.
Even though the surroundings became empty and her panic subsided, Agatha could not open the curtains again.
Outside the window, Enoch, who had just gotten off his horse, was looking up in the direction of Agatha's bedroom for a while.
“Your Grace?”
“...It’s nothing.”
Enoch handed the reins over to the butler who was looking at him with a puzzled look and entered the main mansion.
Before turning left in the central hallway on the fourth floor, he glanced at his wife's space across from him and asked his aide, John.
“I heard there’s going to be a tea party at the Aratus Mansion soon.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Free up time then.”
The aide, whose eyes were wide open in surprise, quickly lowered his head.
“Yes, I will do that.”
Only then did Enoch step into the inner chamber of his space. Behind him were his attendants with brighter faces.
The day of the tea party was held at the Aratus Mansion in the capital.
Although it was still early and the salon hadn't opened yet, the place was already crowded with visitors from the morning.
This was because even if you were not invited to the salon, you were allowed to tour the first floor of the mansion by making a reservation.
It was the first day the mansion was open to the public, and perhaps because of the news that Agatha Nobilis had been decorating the mansion while staying out of the house, visitors were pouring in.
The nobles who came out after touring the mansion for a short time spoke in unison.
"The most regrettable thing is that I can't see the sponsorship up close!"
The rare blue rose-adorned backyard was a lament that only invited guests to the salon were allowed to enter.
As the midday sun slightly sets and shadows fall.
As Agatha intended, the perception of the Aratus family was gradually changing from the roots, and the inaccessible backyard was busy welcoming guests.
Agatha smiled and greeted her closest confidant, Marchioness Vanessa Beatriz, along with Isabelle.
“Welcome, Lady Vanessa.”
“Thank you for the invitation, Lady Agatha. The mansion is very pretty. Is it as if you put a lot of thought into it?”
“You flatter me. By the way, this is Lady Isabelle Aratus.”
Isabelle took a step forward and bowed her head slightly.
“Hello, Lady Beatriz. This is Isabelle Aratus.”
Normally, she would have just seen and heard about it at the new house and come see it after all the maintenance was done, but this time it was different.
Agatha sometimes had breakfast at the Aratus mansion in the capital, and she decorated the mansion and tended the garden herself every day.
During that process, she naturally encountered Isabelle.
“The mansion will be noisy. Isn’t it uncomfortable to live in?”
"No."
Isabelle, with her long blue hair flowing down, shook her head with shining light green eyes.
“But home is still the most comfortable place.”
Isabelle, who had not been able to properly debut in high society due to the tyranny of her relatives, was preparing for a re-debut.
'Come to think of it, Isabelle doesn't have any adults to help her debut.'
With Enoch's return, Isabelle's position would not be the same as before, but she still needed someone to help her debut in high society.
Agatha ordered some refreshments from her butler, Ben, on the nearby terrace, then sat down across from Isabelle.
“I heard that you’ve been putting a lot of effort into re-entering the social world these days. Can I ask how your preparations are going?”
“I got a new dress. I also bought some new jewelry.”
Now eighteen, Isabelle was young and calm, doing everything she could.
New clothes, new shoes, new jewelry.
It was definitely a necessary preparation for attending a social gathering. However, there was something else that was needed for a real social gathering.
“How much experience do you have attending social gatherings?”
“Not much. I’m still not good at social language.”
It wasn't just social language. In Agatha's view, Isabelle was woefully lacking in aristocratic taste or connections.
Invitations will be plentiful, but since there is no elder in the family to guide or protect her, she will only become easy prey for the nobles if she goes out.
Isabelle knew that and seemed to be careful, but there was no point in going out into society like that.
Agatha, who had gathered her thoughts, opened her mouth while drinking the warm tea that had just been placed.
“Once the mansion is finished being renovated, I plan to open it up and invite guests to open a makeshift salon.”
Although slightly bewildered, Isabelle listened intently to Agatha's plan.
“What do you think it would be like if Isabelle became the second host?”
“The second host?”
"Yes."
Isabelle opened her eyes wide and clasped her hands together at the unexpected suggestion.
“I thought it would be a good idea for you to join me and get used to socializing before the fall social gathering.”
It was just a salon, but the people in the high society around Agatha were all big shots with their own power base.
As Isabelle spends time with them, her standards will naturally improve and she will become familiar with social language.
With Agatha by her side, even if Isabelle made a mistake, those around her would be forgiving.
"How is it?"
Isabelle blinked rapidly and answered in a small voice.
“Can I do it well?”
“Everyone has a beginning. After starting out like this, some people open their own salons and things like that.”
Agatha was talking to Isabelle about offering her the opportunity to fill in her lack of experience and connections.
“Don’t worry. I’m stepping forward as the only adult of the Aratus family left by Isabelle’s side.”
Isabelle, who had been looking at Agatha for a while, slightly bowed her head.
“Thank you for your consideration, Lady Agatha.”
The butler Ben, who was watching the scene, was smiling happily.
The renovation of the capital Aratus Mansion progressed quickly.
Agatha refined the garden, which was once full of trees, and filled it with blue roses. She also purchased paintings and sculptures to decorate the mansion after it was renovated.
After buying new furniture and taking out the historic plates, cups, and tapestries, she also acquired some trendy teas and good wines.
Curtains and drapes that change from white to blue according to the season, vases made by royal craftsmen, and even sophisticated decorations.
A sensual elegance has been added to the quaint and elegant Aratus Mansion.
Agatha, who had almost finished decorating the mansion, sat down with Isabelle, with whom she had become very close, and began writing a list of guests.
“Do you have any close noble friends?”
“No. I don’t have anyone close enough to invite.”
“Then would you like to take a look at this list?”
Agatha showed the list she had written to Isabelle.
It was a list of young ladies of similar age to Isabel, with good character and family background.
Anyone who became friends with one of these people would be able to settle into the social world without a hitch.
“If there is anyone you are reluctant to see or have a bad relationship with, please let me know.”
Isabelle looked over the list with sparkling eyes and smiled.
“I think they are all good people.”
“Then I will send out invitations according to this list.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Agatha pulled out a piece of pre-prepared letter paper and handed it to Isabelle.
“Isabel, please write the invitation text.”
It was a much-needed experience for Isabelle, who had never written an invitation before.
“How about this?”
“Okay. What kind of scent would you like on your invitation?”
“I planted roses in the garden, so should I spray some rose perfume?”
In addition, she decided with Isabelle what kind of tea leaves to serve and what kind of food to prepare.
It was a slow-burning show from the beginning of how the Tea Party began.
After refurbishing the capital Aratus Mansion, the first social gathering decided to be a tea party.
Agatha, who returned to her new home late at night, was greeted by an invitation to the first performance of the orchestra she sponsored in late summer.
“Madam, I think the first performance of the year has been decided to be with the Abrum Orchestra.”
"Yes?"
Agatha, who had just washed up, accepted the invitation handed out by her maid, Jessie.
The Abrum Orchestra was an orchestra sponsored by Agatha.
The heat has passed and fall has not yet arrived.
This was a time when artists supported by each family showcased their achievements through performances and exhibitions.
The first performance was an event that invited not only the patronizing aristocrats but also influential socialites.
Unless something special comes up, she should attend.
“I guess I’ll have to adjust my schedule.”
Even though Agatha placed the invitation on the table, Jesse hesitated and did not back down.
"What's the matter?"
“Shall I speak to the butler and ask the Marquis to attend?”
“...”
Agatha approached the bedroom window without saying a word. Her hands carefully stroked her still-damp hair.
“Just in case.”
Jessie added softly. The first performance was usually attended by a couple.
Patronage of the arts was a major business even for noble families.
Although they didn't say anything, many employees must have noticed that things have been awkward between the couple lately, just like Jessie.
The same would apply to the knights who follow her around as escorts every time.
Agatha muttered, closing her eyes quietly.
“He will take care of it.”
He won't cause rumors of discord by not attending.
The Enoch that Agatha had identified was that kind of man.
‘...I’m not sure how it is now.’
Hehehe-
Outside the window, a horse's neighing and the butler's voice could be heard beating someone.
Agatha opened my eyes. She saw a familiar blue hair in the darkness.
“I think the Marquis has returned.”
"...I know."
The moment her eyes met with those of his sunken gray eyes.
Agatha reflexively pulled the curtains to cover the window.
"Lady?"
“I should probably go to sleep now. Everyone, go out.”
Another maid, Marie, went out, glaring at Jessie without Agatha knowing.
Even though the surroundings became empty and her panic subsided, Agatha could not open the curtains again.
Outside the window, Enoch, who had just gotten off his horse, was looking up in the direction of Agatha's bedroom for a while.
“Your Grace?”
“...It’s nothing.”
Enoch handed the reins over to the butler who was looking at him with a puzzled look and entered the main mansion.
Before turning left in the central hallway on the fourth floor, he glanced at his wife's space across from him and asked his aide, John.
“I heard there’s going to be a tea party at the Aratus Mansion soon.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Free up time then.”
The aide, whose eyes were wide open in surprise, quickly lowered his head.
“Yes, I will do that.”
Only then did Enoch step into the inner chamber of his space. Behind him were his attendants with brighter faces.
The day of the tea party was held at the Aratus Mansion in the capital.
Although it was still early and the salon hadn't opened yet, the place was already crowded with visitors from the morning.
This was because even if you were not invited to the salon, you were allowed to tour the first floor of the mansion by making a reservation.
It was the first day the mansion was open to the public, and perhaps because of the news that Agatha Nobilis had been decorating the mansion while staying out of the house, visitors were pouring in.
The nobles who came out after touring the mansion for a short time spoke in unison.
"The most regrettable thing is that I can't see the sponsorship up close!"
The rare blue rose-adorned backyard was a lament that only invited guests to the salon were allowed to enter.
As the midday sun slightly sets and shadows fall.
As Agatha intended, the perception of the Aratus family was gradually changing from the roots, and the inaccessible backyard was busy welcoming guests.
Agatha smiled and greeted her closest confidant, Marchioness Vanessa Beatriz, along with Isabelle.
“Welcome, Lady Vanessa.”
“Thank you for the invitation, Lady Agatha. The mansion is very pretty. Is it as if you put a lot of thought into it?”
“You flatter me. By the way, this is Lady Isabelle Aratus.”
Isabelle took a step forward and bowed her head slightly.
“Hello, Lady Beatriz. This is Isabelle Aratus.”
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