Her bearing was exceedingly elegant, and her knowledge of etiquette was no less extensive than that of "Maiden" Vigo.
She was also thoroughly versed in beauty and makeup, perfumes and jewelry, music and the arts, and much more.
Anything that could enhance a woman's charm, she had dabbled in extensively and mastered with great skill.
Unfortunately, none of those skills had any use within the Duke's Mansion.
Even if she dressed beautifully every day, there was no one to admire her.
Janice, who had been summoned by Dark, had a trace of languor in her eyes.
As she watched the young master's handsome profile while he read intently, she thought that perhaps he had reached the age when young love first bloomed.
The skills she had practiced so diligently for so long, yet never had the chance to use, might finally come in handy.
"Janice?" Dark shifted his gaze slightly away from World Tour Travelogue.
The floral fragrance wafting from Janice's body drifted past the tip of his nose on the summer breeze blowing into the room, making his heart stir.
"Good morning, Young Master." Janice bent slightly, revealing a deep cleavage.
Dark turned to look at her, and his eyes were filled with smooth, pale skin.
His heart skipped a beat, but his expression did not change. "Are the old butler's fishing rods still around?"
Janice, whose lips had already begun to curl upward, froze for an instant.
But she quickly recovered and nodded. "They are."
"Mm." Dark nodded. "Get things ready. I'm going fishing."
Fishing.
A skill that did absolutely nothing to increase a woman's charm.
But Janice, a Pisces, was highly skilled
at it. It was her only hobby.
Only after she had left did Dark close his book and stand up.
On this final