The woman Gaisen had chosen for engagement was Rosalyn Dantelro.

If Gaisen had not wanted to engage with her, he would have broken off the arrangement long ago. There must have been a significant reason for him to maintain the engagement.

Being dutifully aware of his family’s interests, Gaisen wouldn’t miss the opportunity for cooperation with the influential Dantelro family.

“I’ll try.”

At Gaisen’s languid response, Biare smiled and gently ruffled his hair.

As Biare approached her own room, she saw Diane energetically climbing the stairs.

“Diane?”

“Lady, the Flormang dressmakers have arrived.”

“Good, tell them to come up.”

The Flormang dressmakers began moving the mannequins clad in dresses into the room. These were custom dresses ordered from a catalog, and Diane was carefully checking for any missing items.

While scrutinizing the mannequins, Biare pointed at some dresses set aside and questioned Madame Louise.

“What are these?”

Madame Louise apologetically responded.

“I felt heavy-hearted for having made you wait unintentionally last time.”

The Madame had brought along dresses that Biare hadn’t ordered, possibly out of guilt for that previous incident.

“If you would kindly accept these dresses.”

“That wasn’t your fault, Madame.”

Biare felt uneasy about innocent people suffering due to the mistakes of others.

“The responsibility for what happened at Flormang lies with me, the head.”

“If you insist, I will graciously accept them.”

Madame Louise then brightened up a bit and showed Biare the drawing and sample books.

Biare had to hurry with the preparations for her birthday party dress, which was approaching soon.

As she perused the drawing book, she came across the design of the dress she had worn at her birthday party before her regression.
The sky blue Sabrina dress was elegantly decorated with densely packed jewels, striking a perfect balance between lavishness and modesty.

‘If I wear this, will you talk to me like you did back then?’

As Biare contemplated the upcoming birthday party, where she might encounter Dension again, she was unsure how to act around him.

The thought of that day made her heart flutter with excitement, only to settle down calmly again.

Diane, noticing Biare lost in thought while gazing at the drawing book, pointed at the dress on the page and remarked,

“Lady, this design seems to suit you really well.”

Madame Louise, pleased with Diane’s comment, added enthusiastically,

“The unique elegance of Sabrina is well-captured in this dress.”

Biare, who had been quietly listening to their conversation, closed the drawing book and handed it back to Madame Louise.

“I’ll go with this design.”

Madame Louise promised to prepare it well and left the Duke’s residence with her staff, leaving Biare and Diane alone in the room.

Diane, sensing her mistress’s mood had dipped, cautiously inquired,

“Lady, are you worried about something?”

“No. Just thinking about all the preparations. That’s all.”

Biare always insisted she was fine, keeping her emotions hidden within herself.

Even as the daughter of the Duke, she must have faced her fair share of tough and tiresome moments, but she always chose to endure them alone.

It would have been good if she could rely on someone, but unfortunately, that was too difficult a task for her.

Biare had always maintained an invisible line that others couldn’t cross, a part of her inherent nature.

The one person she had fully opened up to was Dension, a gift-like presence who came into her life not as someone she needed to support, but someone she could lean on.

However, now that he had become someone she shouldn’t long for, the mere thought of him weighed heavily on her heart.

‘I decided not to do this. To stop expecting.’

With a bittersweet smile, she had to diligently set aside her feelings, unable to control her heart as she wished.