Marinda arrived at No. 44 White Bird Street in a carriage at exactly seven o'clock — although it was entirely feasible to walk from No. 6 White Bird Street to No. 44, she had to take the carriage to avoid any 'rumors.'
This was the 'dignity' that nobles pursued.
It annoyed Marinda to no end, yet she had no choice but to comply.
The day she was to inherit the title of Baron Kemir was fast approaching, and at such a time, she would not permit any complications.
But...
It really was uncomfortable.
'A false world made up of false people, and the most terrifying part is that I am one of them!'
The lady began to use self-deprecation to distract herself from her depression.
Of course, there was also her favorite—
Whew!
A strong mix of mint and peach smoke was heavily exhaled onto Arthur by the lady.
