Chapter 192

Clenching her teeth, Carissa said to Lilly, "Starting tonight, I want you to teach me embroidery. I need to make a perfect handkerchief."

Mistakes made in youth must be corrected.

Carissa could accept her own imperfections, but she could not accept that she had handed out subpar work to everyone.

However, she was puzzled. While she could understand why her mother had kept her handkerchiefs, why would Rafael want to not only keep them, but also carry them around? There was a fleeting thought that she couldn't quite grasp. Did Rafael have a fondness for unattractive things? What peculiar taste

he had!

As the two senior maids organized the storeroom, Frederick took the opportunity to tell Carissa that Jason had sorted out the account books and wanted her to review triem. *Alright, leave them in the study. I look them over tonight," Carissa

said

the farms and shops have also been organized. Jason has summarized the totals and provided detailed breakdowns. I glanced through them and found them to be well done. The people Mr. Sinclair hired are

had been recommended by Solomon, and since the Sinclair family did well in business, Solomon's

so many people expected at tomorrow's event, Carissa

attending Eleanor's birthday banquet the next day, so she went out to

inform His Highness that I will be

"Understood,

over to gauge her intentions, Carissa added, "Tell His Highness that if he doesn't wish to attend, he needn't worry about it. I can handle

sent me to ask was to inquire about

the plump, kindly steward and replied, "A painting- one painted by my senior,

with a mix of emotions, tinged with regret. "Then... I

was known for her pretentious taste, seemed like such a waste.Luke was visibly distressed

his pained expression and smiled. "My senior's works include both his proud masterpieces and some he casually discarded. I'm a bit of a hoarder, so I've collected both his treasures and his cast-offs. If you'd

I'd be very grateful for one of the cast-offs

Luke bowed with gratitude and hurried off. His short legs moved so quickly that they almost seemed to produce

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