Chapter 44: A Good Wife
"Please excuse me, I still need to greet many friends." Brad took hasty steps away from the group, confusing many.
Olivia just smirked and took the sip of her drink.
"I am not that proficient but you are welcome to visit me." looking at the confused look on the faces of the crowd, she smiled helplessly and continued, "if you ever want to hear me playing the piano, my lord." Olivia turned to Mark Whitfield again. Only then did others understand.
It took a second for him to respond. Like others, even he did not understand. Brad was famous for his cold tongue and insulting nobles lower than him. They had never seen him leaving a golden chance to embarrass a beautiful girl.
"Oh that is very kind of you." but the smile on his face returned when Olivia picked up. He counted many of her skills and praised them. While she smiled brightly and behaved like a charming woman.
Many men eyed her. She might have had a lower birth but she was gorgeous. Second sons who hardly had a chance to inherit the title would not get the chance to marry a higher noble family. A beautiful girl with humble birth would be fit for them.
"My lady, once the royal family initiates, would you share a dance with me?" second son of count Moore asked finally.
Olivia gasped in surprise. She had thought the charade had failed. But she nodded with a look of gratitude.
"That would be my pleasure, my lord." she bowed her head slightly and flushed when he kissed the back of her hand.