Sister, I'm the Queen This Life (330 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 261

Duke Cesare’s Villa Sorotone truly lived up to its legendary reputation. Ever since he had been Count de Como, Villa Sorotone—bestowed upon him by the king—had been famed as the most beautiful residence in the capital.

The meticulously tended rose garden, interiors finished in white marble, and frescoed ceilings hand-painted by the finest artists; the small fountains and ponds graced with elegantly placed marble statues—it was a place so heavenly it could genuinely be called a paradise on earth without sounding exaggerated.

This villa had once been a small palace where Leo III confessed his deep affection and love for his then-numerous mistress, Rubina, and it stood as a preserved artwork of that bygone passion.

And the son born of that union—having fully inherited his father’s fervor and his mother’s refined taste for luxury—had further enriched Villa Sorotone with even more exquisite furnishings and discerning sensibilities.

“Indeed, a duke’s residence is truly magnificent! Did you use the money from the Pisano lands to renovate it thoroughly?”

Jacopo Attendolo, Isabella’s reluctantly secured partner, let out an obnoxiously exaggerated exclamation beside her. Isabella’s delicate brow furrowed slightly. To think this was all he could say upon witnessing such beautiful architecture—no, such a masterpiece of integrated art!

But Isabella resolved to be magnanimous. She still needed Jacopo—for only by bringing him along could she rescue Leticia, who otherwise would never have gained entry to this party under normal circumstances.

Isabella had presented Ippolito as Leticia’s partner, since Leticia hadn’t managed to secure an invitation herself.

Ippolito had grumbled, “Do I really have to be partnered with this ugly girl?”—but immediately shut his mouth when Isabella shot back, “Well, can you find someone yourself to go with?”

Naturally, Isabella’s spot had ended up empty, leaving her no choice but to drag along someone as utterly mediocre as Jacopo.

Once today passed, she would bid farewell forever to the likes of Jacopo Attendolo, and Isabella herself would become the mistress of this exquisite, pure-white marble estate. For just one day, she could certainly endure it—she was a woman of great patience.

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“My lady, what do you think?”

Cesare removed his hands from covering Ariadne’s eyes. Before her appeared a breathtaking garden, blooming in May with roses in full splendor—not merely grown, but carefully pruned and nurtured by master gardeners into a living work of art.

“Wow!”

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