The noblewomen's gazes immediately turned to Madame de Sambelange. When she laid out her idea for the ball, it instantly sparked a wave of cheers and laughter.
"I think it's a fine idea." Count De Berninac was the first to voice his approval.
Queen Mary smiled and nodded. "It is very interesting. Let us do it this way this year."
The noblewomen all chimed in, declaring that this year's masquerade ball would surely be spectacular!
Madame de Sambelange truly was brimming with wisdom.
"I'm planning to dance all night."
From that day onward, a new face suddenly appeared in the Crown Prince's Palace.
Alluring and seductive, drawing every man's sidelong glance—it was none other than Madame de Sambelange.
There had always been a tradition at Versailles Palace of great nobles attending to members of the royal family. For example, when the Queen rose each morning, the wives of princes and dukes often came to dress her.
Though Madame de Sambelange's status was not especially exalted, she was more than qualified to handle odd jobs in the Crown Prince's Palace. Especially after giving the Crown Prince's maids a few small gifts, she could be seen everywhere except in matters assigned to specific people.
Madame de Sambelange was very skillful. She often appeared within the Crown Prince's peripheral vision carrying a vase, a tablecloth, or something similar, making the other maids call out her name, yet never allowing the Crown Prince to notice her directly.
Joseph had no idea that there was another maid. There were simply too many charming women in Versailles Palace, though after several days, she had begun to look somewhat familiar to him.
A week flashed by, and soon it was St. Nicholas Day.
Under the maids' repeated urging, Joseph emerged from his study with extreme reluctance.
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