In the diagonally laid handwriting, aristocratic grace could be felt.

Although she didn’t know Edgar’s handwriting, the signature below the text was familiar.

It was his unmistakable signature.

“So, where are we going?”

The sweet voice of the man who suggested having lunch at Grangblue echoed in her ears.

“The Ranclot Hotel asked for you to be picked up. Courteously.”

Olivia’s azure pupils widened at once.

The day of the Leopold Hotel’s grand opening party, which the morning newspaper and Dublin Club members had been talking about, was today.

On that very day, the carriage was heading towards Golden Avenue.

Oh my goodness!

It was an ominous sign.

As usual, the evening around Golden Avenue sparkled with vibrant lights, accompanied by the crimson sunset. Among them, the recently completed Leopold Hotel, with its perfect arrangement, captivated attention with its refined classical beauty. In front of the hotel, the heat of reporters had already formed a press conference scene.

Silver flashes shimmered towards the arriving VIPs, and the rosy sky was embroidered with flashes of light. After confirming the preparation situation from the top floor of the hotel, where he spent the night, Johann began his dressing. Just like usual, Johann, wearing a black suit, stopped Morris, who recited the procedures once again.

“Smile during the plaque ceremony and the commemorative photo after it. Got it? Don’t forget to smile. The Crown Prince will give a speech, and even during that time, please smile brightly on the stage.”

“Enough.”

Adjusting the strap of the watch on his wrist, Johann casually shook his waist, breaking off Morris’s words. Johann, with his black top adorned with golden buttons neatly fastened, shone in the yellow light along with his blonde hair.

It was the signature color of Leopold Hotel. Naturally, they had chosen gold as the dress code for the opening party.

Johann, standing in front of the mirror, turned around. The elegance of his noble birth flowed coldly. Morris admired it once again.

“The princess has…”

“She has already left,” came the report.

Johann nodded briefly and habitually checked the time. A faint smile touched his lips. That was all. But his gaze, devoid of emotions, lingered on it for a while.

If Edgar comes,

Will Olivia come too?

Johann, who had been looking down at the birthday present for his wife, narrowed his eyes for a moment. His heart throbbed. Johann turned his gaze away.

What can I do now?

Johann, who returned with a calm look, neatly adjusted the front of his top. It was time for the Leopold Hotel’s grand opening party, which he had worked on for nine years, to begin.

The dress Catherine chose as soon as she saw it was an evening dress in elegant champagne gold, adorned with draping details. It was a design that emphasized the sturdy figure of Anblin, hardened through tennis.

“Looks great, Ann. Very beautiful.”

Catherine wanted to compliment her own taste.

“You too, Catherine.”

Anblin, slowly turning her gaze away from the mirror, offered a charming smile to Catherine. Her red-painted lips were tempting.

Edgar will come too.

Anblin recalled the man who had once been her lover. He would come; he was the leader of a company representing Britain. If so, then that woman.

Please, let the insignificant illegitimate child attend and brighten the place. Anblin turned away, praying earnestly.

“Let’s go now.”

Anblin hooked her arm with Catherine. When she lifted her foot, the golden fringe, extending from below her knee to her ankle, unfolded splendidly, revealing her white legs.
The cheerful sound of high heels echoed through the rosy marble.

“Irene.”

Catherine, wearing a lace-adorned silk chiffon dress, brightly smiled and reached out her hand to Irene.

Irene met Catherine’s fingertips.

A gold diamond necklace sparkled on Irene’s neck, adorned with an elegant black dress.

Shortly afterward, a luxurious carriage carrying the princesses departed from the British palace and began heading towards Leopold Hotel.

“Are you really not coming?”

“Yes.”

Edgar’s response, leaning against the window frame with crossed arms, looking at Leopold Hotel towering behind the Palais Hotel, was firm.

It seemed like a gathering of London’s social elite. Lavish carriages lined up like ants.

“Don’t be like that.”

“I have a prior engagement.”

Gerald jumped up after releasing the fist and putting his hand in his pocket when Edgar turned around, leaning on the windowsill, and spoke.

“A prior engagement? I’m the Duke’s aide, what schedule could I possibly not know?”

“It’s a private matter.”

The monotone response ended with a slight uplift.

What wind is blowing? Gerald sent a suspicious glance.

Edgar chuckled as he picked up the coat that had been casually draped over the back of the chair.

“Have Gerald attend. He can convey my regards to Johann on my behalf.”

As Edgar smiled and adjusted his jacket sleeves, he was about to take his first step, but a knock came. It was his secretary.

“A guest has arrived.”

The secretary politely announced the sudden visitor.