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    “Alright,” Heather replied, curiosity piqued. “Who is she?”


    Elliana gave her a meaningful nce. “She’s Paulina—Hugh’s older sister.”


    Heather froze. She had never met Paulina, but the name carried weight as the matriarch-in-waiting of the Fletcher family.


    If she ever hoped to be with Hugh—much less marry him—she’d have to pass Paulina’s test.


    Elliana chuckled at her awkward expression. “You? Nervous now? You’re usually fearless.”<fne37e> This update is avable on find·novel</fne37e>


    Heather shifted ufortably and then asked shyly, “Do I look okay? Do you think Hugh’s sister will like me?”


    Elliana gave her a once-over. “You look like a maid right now, which is perfectly appropriate since Paulina prefers a traditional, graceful, and well-mannered sister-inw.”


    Heather’s current look had been transformed by Elliana herself—neat, formal, and stripped of her usual wild charm.


    Relieved, Heather gave a sheepish grin and straightened her uniform before heading downstairs. She went to escort Paulina inside and politely guided her upstairs.


    Adah, Clifton, and the others secretly peeked from around corners, wide-eyed. They could hardly believe their eyes. Heather—the same Heather from Delta, wild and headstrong—was now acting like a polished, respectful maid. It was downright unsettling.


    Heather thought she had hidden her real self well. But just as she reached the door to Elliana’s study, ready to open it for Paulina, she heard Paulina ask, “You’re Ms. Heather Byrd, aren’t you?”


    Heather froze. Slowly, she looked up, at a loss for words. She offered a shy smile,pletely exposed. It was too embarrassing. She had tried so hard to act proper and make a good impression, only to have her wild persona exposed. There was no point pretending anymore. Heather stood straight and braced herself for Paulina’s disapproval.


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    Apparently, the Fletchers had strict expectations. Their daughters-inw were meant to be calm, poised, and refined. Heather knew she was none of those things.


    But to Heather’s surprise, Paulina removed her shawl and smiled warmly. “Ms. Byrd, you’re beautiful, confident, and genuine. I like you very much. Thank you for your hospitality.”


    “Really?” Heather blinked, shocked.


    Paulina nodded. “Of course. From the moment I saw you, I was impressed. Ms. Marsh is a remarkable woman, and those she chooses to work with are clearly just as exceptional. I truly admire you.”


    Heather’s heart soared. Without thinking, she blurted, “Then… are you okay with me bing your sister-inw?”


    Paulina looked startled. “What?”


    Heather took a breath and then asked again, this time with more courage, “Do you think Hugh and I are a good match?”


    Heather’s words hung in the air. For a moment, Paulina just stared, caught off guard. Then, she shook her head with a firm smile. “No, I don’t think so.”


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