Octavio was a man of stature. Tall and handsome, he was quite a splendid successor of a respectable family with a wide range of connections.

He seemed to be a more suitable target than the eldest son of the Montefeltro Duke, who had fatal drawbacks such as an exwife and children. However, all Camellia could do was complain.

“But would he really marry me?”

“Pardon?”

Felicitate, who had been unaware of the recent situation, put her hand on her mouth.

“Did I say something wrong? What happened?”

Felicitate looked around, and Camellia could only let out a heavy sigh. Camellia was the unfortunate person who first mentioned Isabella’s bad mouthing. The person who ignited the story was Julia.

“It’s Isabella again.”

“Ah.”

Even Felicitate, who had been kept in the dark, immediately understood what was going on when she heard Isabella’s name.

“Is it still the same these days?”

“It’s the same, no, it’s worse!”

As soon as Julia opened the floodgates, a series of complaints followed. It was such an old argument that it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that they were just waiting for someone to take the lead.

Ariadne quietly shook her head. It seemed that Isabella had gradually lost a lot of faith among the girls.

They weren’t burning with a sense of justice for Ariadne, nor were they too nosy. They were just people who had been constantly tormented by Isabella and had reached their limit, and thus exploded.

“Do you know what happened?”

Camellia, infuriated, brought up the incident where Isabella publicly humiliated her. Once the condemnation of Isabella started, it could not be stopped.

Everyone who was sitting in this place now formed an implicit faction. Those who attended the tea party chimed in with Camellia, sympathizing with her anger.

“How could she deceive me like that?”

“She told me that you were interested in a domestic worker from the Leonati Count’s house, and she herself touched Sir Octavio’s face. I saw it all!”

Cornelia, the mistress of the Count of Rinaldi, expressed her indignation with Camellia.

“But Octavio! He didn’t listen to my side of the story because he was busy paying attention to Isabella!”

Camellia finally burst into tears. The sweet Felicitate handed her a handkerchief.

“Sir Octavio was wrong.”

Gabrielle bit her tongue as she was about to suggest to Camellia that she should break off her engagement with Octavio, whose attitude was messed up. When Octavio’s fault was pointed out, Camellia started to sob uncontrollably.

In fact, for Camellia, Octavio was objectively beyond an excellent match, so if the Castilionne Baron’s family broke off this engagement, there would be no hope of meeting a man as good as Octavio.

So, Gabrielle decided to instead vent about Isabella, hoping it would make Camellia feel better.

“That Isabella, she’s going to hurt herself one day, trusting her pretty face.”

But Camellia’s emotions were running too high right now, and she didn’t even have the energy to enjoy hearing good things.

“I, I’ll go to the bathroom for a while.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“I’ll be back soon.”

Camellia, whose greatest strength was her beauty, hated showing a broken expression in front of others. It seemed like she was going to have a good cry in the bathroom.

In the parlor of the Baldezar, where Camellia had left, suspicions about Isabella flew around.

“But does Isabella really have an interest in Sir Octavio?”

Ariadne could answer that question.

“There’s no way.”

Although she dispelled the misunderstanding that Isabella was interested in Octavio, it wasn’t for her sister’s sake.

“My sister aims higher.”

She smirked sarcastically.

“She’s just playing with him. If Sir Octavio seriously attempts to break off the engagement and move on, she’ll certainly run away without a doubt, so don’t worry.”

Just as she had done to Cesare in her previous life.

She wanted attention, lured you in, but once you were hooked, she extricated herself as if nothing had happened. If Ottavio wasn’t going to inherit the throne of some country, Isabella would never have had her eye on him.

“Ariadne may have been uncomfortable. Even though she is my sister.”

Cornelia, who is a stickler for propriety, added with a slightly embarrassed face. But Ariadne just gave a small smile and shook her head.

“After all, siblings in the same household are in competition over limited resources. It’s okay.”

Julia, who is direct, laughed loudly and said.

“But competition? It may be competition, but in the game of marriage, it seems that Ariadne is far ahead.”

Felicitate twinkled her eyes and added.

“Right! It’s said that you entered the debutante ball with Prince Alfonso!”

Of everyone in this place, only Felicitate was unable to attend Ariadne’s debutante ball. Felicitate, who had only heard the story of that day from others, was so excited to meet the protagonist that she wanted to scream in excitement.

“How was the prince? How did you come to attend?”

“But the actual partner at the debutante ball was Count Cesare!”