Two months had passed since I began my bridal lessons, or more urately, the fundamental etiquette training required to be a Duchess.


    What was politics? What was economics? And why on earth did that damned etiquette never seem to end no matter how much I studied?


    Lately, I felt like I was studying more than I ever had, even back when I attended Luminor Academy. No, perhaps I was studying even harder than during my high school years in South Korea when I was a stressed-out student preparing for exams.


    Except for meal times, bathing, and sleep, nearly every moment was consumed by education and learning. If <em>Luminor Academy</em> had a stress meter, I was sure mine would be off the charts by now.


    The only thing keeping me from losing it and flipping the table was the vision of the final oue: my marriage to Ethan.


    <em>“It’s toote to give up now.”</em>


    Of course, even if I were to one day tell Melissa and Dietmeier, “I can’t take this nonsense anymore,” and run away from reality, it’s not as if the wedding would be canceled.


    Eris was almost two years old, and during our time at the academy, Ethan and I had practically lived as a married couple. Apart from girls like Agnes and Lizzy, most other nobles already regarded us as a wedded pair.@@novelbin@@


    So even if we decided to annul the marriage at this point, it wouldn’t erase the obligations I had to shoulder.


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