Rubica got up early in the morning, got ready for the battle, and headed to the reception room.
Today she had fewer relatives to meet compared to yesterday. Words had got out during the night that she wasn't a naïve idiot at all. Instead, more people came to persuade her to buy strange rocks and trees to decorate the garden. They were not pretty at all, and Rubica didn't even talk to them for long. She worked with Ann to drive them away.
"Your Grace, in my opinion, you should hear more advice from me about the culture of the upper class before you are presented to the capital's society."