CHAPTER 911. RULE #1. Training

It almost goes without saying that dinner was a complete success. The guests wouldn’t stop praising Mariel, congratulating her on being such a remarkable hostess and assuring her that she would make an excellent countess. Even the earl, always reserved, regarded her with a bit more trust.

The only one who kept her expression impassive was Freda, though she couldn’t completely hide her frustration.

"Mariel, dear," said the Duchess of Briand as she bid her farewell, "I can’t wait to see what you’ll do with your new position. This house clearly needs a fresh touch."

"Oh, don’t worry, Your Grace!" Mariel replied with a charming smile. "I have plenty of ideas in mind."

When the last couple walked out of the castle doors, Mariel collapsed onto a chair in the main hall, exhausted but satisfied. Leon sat beside her, crossing his arms with a mix of pride and slight exasperation.

"Can I ask you something?" he said, leaning toward her.

"Of course, always," Mariel a