The once-silent halls of the Astoria estate buzzed with newfound energy. The floral dress line had not only brought in much-needed revenue but also restored the family's name to prominence. Orders were coming in faster than they could produce, and Lady Elira was busier than ever, managing the estate's finances and ensuring the growing business stayed on track.
Thalia walked through the estate, marveling at the changes. Servants bustled about, cleaning and organizing. The air, once heavy with tension, now carried a lightness she hadn't felt before.
"Lady Thalia," a soft voice called from behind her.
She turned to see Alan, the new butler. His long, blond hair framed his delicate features, and his glasses perched neatly on his nose. Despite his youthful appearance, his every movement exuded grace and professionalism.
"Yes, Alan?" Thalia asked, intrigued by the young man who had quickly become a favorite among the staff.
"I've prepared the accounts you requested," he said, handing her a neatly bound folder. "And I've also taken the liberty of organizing the supply chain for the dress production. If there's anything else you need, please don't hesitate to ask."
Thalia blinked in surprise as she accepted the folder. "Thank you, Alan. You're efficient, as always."
He bowed slightly, a small smile gracing his lips. "It's my duty, my lady."
As he walked away, Thalia couldn't help but be impressed. Alan wasn't just talented; he was a perfectionist who brought order to the once-chaotic estate. She made a mental note to find a way to reward him for his hard work.
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That evening, Thalia found herself restless. The success of the floral dress line was exhilarating, but she knew they couldn't rely on one product forever. Innovation was key to sustaining their newfound fortune.
"I need inspiration," she muttered to herself, pacing in her room.
The next morning, she donned a simple cloak and hat, disguising herself as a commoner. "I'll visit the market," she decided. "There's no better place to see what people need than where they shop."
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The Market
The marketplace was alive with color and sound. Merchants called out their wares, and the scent of fresh produce and baked goods filled the air. Thalia walked through the bustling streets, her eyes scanning the stalls for ideas.
One particular bakery caught her attention. A sign reading "Best Coffee Cakes in the Capital" hung above the entrance. Intrigued, she stepped inside.
The warm scent of coffee and sugar greeted her as she approached the counter. "One coffee cake, please," she said, placing a coin on the counter.
Moments later, she was handed a slice. It looked promising, with its rich brown layers and crumbly topping. She took a bite—and immediately regretted it.
Her face scrunched in disgust as she forced herself to swallow. The cake was dry, overly sweet, and had a strange aftertaste. "This is awful," she muttered under her breath.
Suiryu's amused voice rang in her mind. "Not every place can live up to your standards, little master."
Thalia rolled her eyes but couldn't shake the thought. "They don't even know how to make proper coffee . No wonder people think this is the best—they haven't tasted anything better!"
She stood there for a moment, the gears in her mind turning. "That's it," she whispered. "If they don't know good baked goods, I'll bring it to them!"
Excitement coursed through her as she left the bakery. She could already imagine the possibilities. Cakes, pastries, and breads that combined the best of her modern knowledge with the resources of this world.
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