I Became the Male Lead’s Adopted Daughter

“Oh my, the Duke’s young lady!”

“We’ve been waiting for you.”

“You must be tired from the trip.”

“What a truly lovely dress you’re wearing.”

In the North, there was a regular tea gathering attended exclusively by noblewomen.

Unlike the capital’s social circles—renowned as the Empire’s second seat of power—this was a casual event meant to foster friendships.

Still, considering that most of the participants—save for the Marchioness of Pardus and a few migrant nobles—were hardcore northern aristocrats, calling it “casual” was somewhat misleading.

“Did I accidentally turn back time?”

But to Leonia, such details didn’t matter in the slightest.

“All the noble ladies look so much younger today.”

The seven-year-old’s prim and playful comment made the women burst into delighted laughter.

After all, there wasn’t a soul alive who disliked compliments—especially ones about looking younger.