"I'm going to my room now mother."
"Okay, rest a bit before you start doing anything."
Layla nodded in affirmation at her mother's reply before leaving the drawing room.
After she closed the door, she sighed in exhaustion before walking away.
'Mum is as strict as ever, huh?'
Remembering the stern look on her mother's face as she reported most of the events of her school year to her made her heave a sigh once again.
The grand duchess, Iberis, always asked for these kinds of reports every time Layla came home from school.
'Even though she pretty much knows almost everything I do while in school.'
Layla was fully aware that some of the noble ladies she associated with, were practically 'spies' who reported her every move to her mother.
Even though she knew this, she still acted oblivious to it for various reasons.
'Who knows what sort of leverage mum has over their families?'
