Grand Duchess sat with few other noblewomen and smiled whenever they told a joke and she followed the conversation elegantly. She was never the one who spoke vulgarly, nor the one who showed careless emotion. She was always in control of herself.
"Speaking of which, your son looks gorgeous, too gorgeous!" one old lady said. She sat beside Grand Duchess and spoke eagerly, "I see that Young Lord Aster is still single and definitely the best bachelor in this empire! How about marrying him to my son? My son is a major general under the Crown Prince, he is only thirty years old and very handsome too! I'm sure your son would be interested."
Grand Duchess darted a sharp glance for a second before returned back to her composed self. She observed the one who initiated that idea of marriage.
