In the faint light of dawn, Alice opened her eyes with difficulty. After staring blankly at the ceiling for several minutes, her upper and lower eyelids stuck together again.
So sleepy. I'll sleep a little longer...
After struggling groggily in bed for another half hour, Alice finally got up slowly, forcing herself out from under the covers to face the cold morning air.
"Getting up early really is the most painful thing in life... Pfft!" After washing up, Alice looked at herself in the mirror, put on a solemn expression, and let out a long sigh—only to successfully make herself laugh.
Once she had finished laughing, Alice finally sensed the source of her confusion. "Come to think of it, wasn't I supposed to go to Bayam? Why did I get up so early...?"
Alice stared at her reflection and fell into an intense internal struggle. In the end, her writhing stomach won, and she decided to eat breakfast.
But today, there was something unexpected in the mailbox—an invitation letter.
At present, Backlund was in its social off-season. Most nobles were vacationing on their estates. Although nobles with real power still traveled back and forth frequently, there were not particularly many banquets in Backlund during this period.
Besides, Alice did not think she knew many Loen nobles...
Puzzled, Alice brought the invitation letter inside along with today's newspaper and Evelyn's reply, quietly reading the paper as she ate breakfast.
Although she had developed the same habit as most middle-class people of this era, Alice's focus when reading the newspaper was vastly different.
Other people reading the paper probably paid more attention to changes in politics and the economy, hoping to infer the movements and direction of the upper class from them.
Alice... Alice just wanted to see whether anything interesting had