Liana swallowed hard. Why did her grandfather doubt her? Didn't she tell the story convincingly? She had explained Helena's plan very well.
"Why doesn't Grandpa believe me? So, while I was there, we held a small festival to introduce the snow sports that will become the hotel's icon in Broughton in the future," Liana added to her story, this time with a sad face.
"Helena was very happy and agreed to my proposal." Liana paused her story. She shed a few tears. "Unfortunately, she wasn't satisfied with the festival's food being cheap. So, she forced me to make cakes on a low budget."
Duke Henry's eyes widened in disbelief. "She made you do that? After you suggested so many ideas?"