Alright.
Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
I, Liliane Hohenberg—the most talented woman in the history of other people's romances (even if proof of my success is still in the 'coming soon' stage)—will ensure that this second Cupid Mission Pyong-Pyong is a roaring success.
No ghosts.
No flying trees.
No tragedies like before.
I stood from my chair with full authority, looking at Duke Tristan, who was still sitting as elegantly as a living painting.
"Duke Tristan," I said, with an aura of destiny, "please go ahead and follow Lady Genevieve first." I spoke while pointing toward a Lady who looked striking on the streets of the capital.
My expression? Don't ask. It was that of a hero full of struggle.
Duke Tristan looked at me, slightly confused.
