Chapter 5- Victor Ravensdale

Rosalie sat before the ornate dressing table, the soft morning light filtering through the lace curtains and casting delicate patterns on the polished wood.

Her fingers lightly traced the edges of the pale green gown she had chosen—simple yet elegant, perfect for the fallen noble lady who is leeching off of a rich widower with children.

She pulled out her dairy where she kept the schedules of all her lovers, that's how she never bumped into them into unexpected places and times.

"The third prince is out for the inspection of the territories, the painter is busy for three days, so it means I am free this evening to topple this capital over it's head with my news articles."

Rosalie said while clapping her delicate hands together with a smug grin that was totally uncharacteristic of Roslalie and didn't suit her soft personality.

Today, she was stepping into Rosalie’s world, preparing to visit Victor Ravensdale’s estate.