"Please come in, miss. Madam is waiting for you."
Angel was led by a maid into the Reception Room where she had met Sevillea last time.
Today, the latter wore a purple silk gown adorned with black lace. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, making her look even younger than before.
"Very good. It seems you did read that Etiquette Book. If you had come wearing a cloak and trousers, I would have sent you straight back home."
Sevillea looked Angel over approvingly and nodded.
Angel had changed into a pale yellow ruffled dress today. Her forearms, restored to a healthy complexion by the Healing Potion, were exposed, and her hair had been carefully tied behind her head. Yet under the effect of the Madness Ring, it remained black.
The Etiquette Book wasn't the important part. The important part was that I spent twenty pounds on this dress and the matching shoes...
Angel, who had dumped the Rose Bishop's corpse into the Tussock River to feed the fish yesterday before getting up early to buy clothes, pursed her lips and ultimately did not dare bring up reimbursement.
Riding in Baron Landon's four-wheeled carriage, the two traveled from West Borough to a luxurious villa in Queens Borough.
Led by her personal maid, Madam Sevillea entered the villa's garden with elegant poise, while Angel followed at the rear, like another one of her maids.
A servant in the villa's sitting room pushed open the doors. The salon inside had already begun, with literature as the theme for the afternoon. Viscount Glaint, the villa's owner, had invited famous Backlund literary figures, novelists, and nobles he knew well, and they were eagerly conversing in the large sitting room that connected the first and second floors.
As she felt curious, appraising, and amused