The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 96 Sorely Mistaken

The guest list was finalized the day before.

Hazel went to ask Harlan for the list and brought it back to show Isolde.

Isolde took a look and couldn’t help but say that Prudence was really bold in her invitations.

Aveline, Margaret, and the Marchioness of Greystone had all been invited to attend.

Margaret was to be expected. She would definitely come.

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After all, despite the broken engagement, no matter how the outside world speculated, she had to do something to show everyone that the two families hadn’t fallen out, and it also served as a form of respect to the Duke.

Isolde was more surprised by the arrival of the Marchioness of Greystone.

Accompanying the Marchioness was the rather spoiled Princess Bourbon.

However, Princess Sadie was not on the list.

Of course, Isolde knew that only one of the two princesses could come, as the Marquis of Greystone’s household only had one princess and had never had two.

However, Harlan had told her that Prudence had invited both princesses.

If only Princess Bourbon had arrived, Prudence would not be too pleased.

Isolde set the list down, feeling a bit uneasy.

She had always wanted to meet the Marchioness of Greystone.

She felt that the Marchioness knew a lot about her mother.

Over the years, she had tried to gather information about her mother, asking about what kind of person she was, what she looked like, her character, and how she handled things. But what she knew was limited.

Although she had sent her men to look for the maids and servants who had attended to her mother back then, there had been no news so far.

Worried that Isolde might cause some trouble, Geoffrey had specifically asked Harlan to talk to her, advising her to be more restrained the next day.

Isolde simply smiled and dismissed the matter.

The next morning, Isolde got up and began preparing herself. Hazel asked if she would wear the headpiece that Prudence had sent. Isolde replied, “Just leave the headpiece where it is. Don’t touch it unless necessary; they might want to take it back later.”

Hazel chuckled. “How do you know so well?”

to show her generosity and magnanimity, but do you really think she would give me such a fine

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back? How do you know she would do that? You’ve never really

had returned from the countryside and had never met Prudence, she

with her methods.

smiled and said nothing.

no need to lie to her own people. Sometimes, silence was the

countryside, Isolde had been gifted a box by. She hadn’t purchased much for herself, but Doug had sent

now Isolde truly had no shortage. It was just

peonies. On her feet were embroidered shoes with pearl–tipped toes. Her hair was styled in a high bun, held in place with a white jade hairpin and a gold

makeup was light, with the eyebrows slightly lifted, the arch of her brow enhancing her natural charm. Her

up.” Hattie and Hazel were

I look like my mother, but I

heard that her mother used to dress this way, using the hairpin, the silk chiffon, and the bun.

give Prudence a surprise.

seen a portrait of your mother?” Hattie asked.

Isolde said, “No!”

“I heard from someone in the mansion that the Duke of Blackmoor has a portrait of her, but it’s kept in a drawer in the study, and

quietly made a

finished getting dressed, Isolde headed out accompanied by

hall, waiting for the guest to come and pay their respects.

out Prudence’s kind, benevolent smile, with her children

Isolde strode forward.

Prudence’s face froze. She lifted her gaze and stared at Isolde for

Isolde called out as she approached, her expression

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you look very good. Why aren’t you wearing the headpiece I sent

and replied, “Since it was a gift from you, I couldn’t bring

treasure.”

it to you, so you should wear it.” But, the smile was insincere, merely a formality.

Duke of Blackmoor, however, was quite relieved, fearing that Isolde’s sharp attitude might cause an unpleasant scene.

as she stepped forward and gently took Isolde’s hand, saying

my mother, but I wonder if that’s

for a moment, then answered, “There is a slight resemblance.”