Chapter 2 Chapter two

Eleven years ago, London, July 1882 Eighteen-year-old Jiaqi.Roland (Gigi Rowland) was triumphant.She hoped it wouldn't be too obvious, but she didn't care if it was seen.The group of bejeweled and fat women in Mrs. Beckaway's salon would probably say that she is too humble, arrogant and arrogant, and she smells like copper. From the very beginning of the London season, they had assumed that she was a doom and gloom, because she wasn't good enough, because she was low-status, unmannered, and didn't know even the most basic rules.Hmph, now they have nothing to say, right?It's only been two months since the social season started, and she has already booked the wrong one, and the date is a male fan, let alone handsome.Your Excellency the Duchess of Fairfer.It was such a pleasant title that she couldn't tell how much she liked it.

Those women who looked down on her now had to congratulate her respectfully.That's right, the wedding date has been set, in November, after her birthday.Yes, thank you for reminding me that she has consulted Mrs. Elisey about the wedding dress.She chose a gorgeous off-white silk forging, and the length of the silver moiré silk skirt was nearly four meters. Jiaqi is about to become a duchess, and her status is not the same. She leaned back on the small French sofa and opened the fan with a bang, while the new social circle who did not get the good news prepared to play music to entertain the ladies.Everyone knew that Lord Beckwith always had a long wait for wine tasting and cigar smoking after dinner, and sometimes even had to wait for more than three hours before the gentlemen appeared.

Workshop Qi turned her mind to more important issues.Should Cake Decorating Be Luxurious?Make it into the shape of the Taj Mahal or the Doge's Palace in Venice.not good?And what about layered cakes with rare shapes.hexagon!Very good.Hexagon cake covered with icing meringue for floral decoration The music made her look up in surprise.Generally speaking, this kind of performance is either terrible or barely accessible, but now the lady at the piano played soft and flawless music, with a skill as good as the professional musicians that Lang Jiaqi's mother occasionally hired.Her fingers fluttered over the keys, like flying swallows skimming over the summer pool water, and the crystal-like gorgeous notes caressed her ears, as warm as baked cloth buds covering the tip of her tongue.

Jiaqi remembered the pianist's name.Show Dora.Schebenberg, as I introduced at dinner, is from a small European duchy. She just arrived in London not long ago. Her father is an earl, and she herself has inherited the title of countess. However, descendants of the Holy Roman Empire generally have this title, so there is no need for it. It is worthless. A few minutes after the performance, Jiaqi suddenly found Miss Schebenberg standing beside her. Miss Roland, congratulations on your engagement.Miss Schebenberg has a sweet, light accent, and a rose fragrance with a hint of patchouli. Thank you, miss.

My mother hoped that I could do the same. Miss Schebenberg gave a coy smile and sat in the straight-backed chair next to Jiaqi.She ordered me to come and ask you how to do it. It's very simple, Jiaqi put on a skillful indifferent posture.His Excellency the Duke is in financial difficulty, and I am rich. It's not that simple.She has worked hard for many years, and Mrs. Roland has taught Jiaqi earnestly since she was a child. Becoming a duchess is not only her duty, but also her destiny. From that moment on, she started this holy war. Miss Schebenberg could not replicate Jiachun's successful experience.Even Jiaqi herself can't do it.Jiaqi came from a humble background, only her grandfather could barely touch the aristocratic class, but he was just a little country gentleman.The Duke of Philfer was in such a dire financial straits that he would be willing to marry a wife like her.There was no single duke of marriageable age like him.

Miss Schebenberg lowered her gaze e.Oh, she whispered, turning the lace fan handle back and forth.I have no money. Jiaqi can guess it.Miss Schebenburg has a sad aura about her. Although she is of noble blood, she can only afford one maid, and she only comes once every two days. In order to save candles, she can only walk around in the dark after sunset. Such a person will inevitably feel Depression and sorrow. No, you are beautiful, Jiaqi pointed out, but added in her heart.Although a bit older.She was at least twenty one or two years old.Men like beautiful women. I'm not very good at using beauty.

Jiaqi had already seen it.At dinner, Miss Schebenberg sat between two young single aristocrats. Her appearance and shyness aroused their affection, but her taciturn attitude made it difficult to get close.She barely looked at the two of them, and after a while they also tactfully dismissed the idea. You need to practice, Jiaqi said. Miss Schebenburg was silent, and ran the front end of her fan across her thighs.Miss Rowland, you know Reggie Juno.Lord Sebro? The name sounded familiar, and Jiaqi remembered it.Lord Reginald was her fiancé's uncle.I have not seen.He settled in Europe after marrying a Bavarian princess.

He has a son.Miss Schebenberg hesitated to speak.His name is Condon.He loves me. Jiaqi could tell that this was a typical Romeo and Juliet story.Miss Juliet is supposed to marry the person chosen by her parents, but she has a spark of love with Mr. Romeo, and secretly communicated with each other.Jiaqi didn't understand the touching aspect of this kind of story.If it were her, not only would she not die in love, but she would soon find out that Romeo is just a brat with nothing to do, who can't give anything but only smooth talk.If this is the east, then Juliet is the rising sun.It's ridiculous.

We have known each other for a long time, continued Miss Schebenberg.Of course, my mother didn't allow me to marry him because he didn't have money either. That's it, Jiaqi said politely.You want to be faithful to him. Miss Schebenberg hesitated.I am not sure as well.I must marry into a good family, or my mother will never talk to me.But strangers make me uncomfortable.How I wish Mr. Sebro had better conditions. Jiaqi's evaluation of this young lady dropped rapidly.She respects those who profit from marriage, and those who sacrifice worldly enjoyment for love, although she personally does not agree with this decision.However, she cannot tolerate people who only dream and dream.Miss Schebenberg disliked Condon.Camden Saybrook is poor and unwilling to commit, but too addicted to the feeling of being in love and unwilling to seriously find a husband.

He was very handsome, very considerate, and very kind. Miss Schebenberg's voice was very low, as if talking to herself.He often writes to me and sends me pretty little presents he made himself. Jiaqi wanted to roll her eyes but couldn't.Someone loves this girl, this good-for-nothing girl, and even though she's being put on public display in marriage markets all over Europe, that person still loves her so much and keeps pursuing her. For a moment, desolation welled up in her heart.She will never be able to experience such love, and can only rely on the domineering illusion to support her life.But she soon sobered up.Only fools need love, Jiaqi.Roland may have many shortcomings, but she is definitely not stupid.

You are so lucky, miss. Yeah, so to speak.I only wish Miss Schebenberg would shake her head.Maybe you'll see him at the wedding. Jiaqi smiled casually, and started to think about the upcoming wedding, how to place the cake to best show the structural beauty. However, Philippe.Qi Bei Dai.Roland (Philippa Giberte Rowland) and Carrington.Vincent.Hanslow.Cybro's wedding never took place.Two weeks before the big day, the groom, who is also the Duke of Fairfer, the Marquess of Tremais, the Viscount of Henslow, and the Baron of Wovington, went out to celebrate the upcoming wedding. After drinking and drinking for a full six hours, he Decided to climb on the roof of a friend's house and show his naked ass to all of London.In the end, not only did he fail, but he fell from a height of four floors and broke his neck to death.