Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

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

nodded. 'The accounts for 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

Solomon, and since the Sinclair family did well in business,

for Carissa. With so many people expected at tomorrow's event, Carissa needed to stand

arrived to ask if Carissa would be attending Eleanor's

Highness that I will

"Understood,

Luke 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 things

misunderstood. The reason His Highness sent me to ask was to inquire

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

mix of emotions, tinged with regret.

valuable. To give one to someone like Eleanor, who was known for her pretentious taste, seemed like such a waste.Luke was visibly distressed by the thought of such a precious artwork

expression and smiled. "My senior's works include both his proud masterpieces and some he casually discarded. I'm a bit of a hoarder,

expression brightened instantly, and he waved his hands vigorously. "No! I wouldn't dare take a masterpiece. I'd be very grateful for one of the cast-offs you mentioned, though. I promise to treasure it.” "Very well," Carissa agreed

off. His short legs moved so quickly that they almost seemed to