“Yes, second miss.
Apparently, it’s very recent for the first madam1 to come to this mansion.
Eight years ago, around Thanksgiving, the first madam had come for the dinner with the third miss.
It was apparently the first time the third miss didn’t have any kind of concert or performance on Thanksgiving,” Jennie said.
“Everyone had a couple of drinks and went back to their respective rooms.
That woman thought that first madam and first master were separated for how frequently they used to have s*xual encounters,” Daisy said.
“And this woman shamelessly entered the room wearing sexy lingerie and was waiting for the first master to enter,” Jennie said.
“Then?” Lara was fully invested in the drama.
“What else?
First madam was the one who opened the door, and as soon as she saw her, she dragged that woman downstairs by her hair, in that condition, to the living room,” Daisy said dramatically.
“Then how and why…” Lara said, thinking.
“About the recommendation, miss?” Daisy asked.
“Yeah, Daisy.
How did she get the recommendation to teach me?
Also, how did the first madam even get the power to appoint one for me?” Lara asked.
“This is something I overheard.
So, Miss Juliette cried a lot back then and said that it wasn’t that woman’s fault.
That her father is a handsome man and the woman was probably in love with her father and made a mistake out of love.
So, though she got fired, she got a recommendation letter to be a tutor for etiquette,” Daisy said.
“And as for the appointment, apparently Butler Nolan was strictly against it.
However…
Don’t tell the old master that I told you, ok?
The old master allowed it.
It’s a test for you, second miss.
To see whether you will be able to survive in unfavourable situations without making a scene out of it,” Jennie said.
“Ohh.
By the way, how did the first master even get to have an affair under his father’s nose?” Lara asked.
“Oh, that.
The old master gets to know everything.
He knew about it, but he didn’t tell anything about it because what would he even tell a grown man about his marriage?” Jennie replied.
Once Lara got into the bathtub, she started planning.
“She thinks I am a low-class girl who just got lucky because of my blood.
Well, woman.
You have chosen the worst opponent, and I am going to make sure that you regret your decisions soon.”
Four days into the etiquette teacher trying to shape her into something she was not, Lara struck.
“Hey, I heard you were the nanny for this Juliette that my birth mother is obsessed over.” Lara said, while keeping the thick dictionary on the top of her head in perfect balance.
“Miss Lara, keep decorum.
Miss Juliette is your sister even if you are bloodily tied to the Ravenwood and she is not,” the teacher corrected her, annoyed with Lara’s mannerisms.
“Hmm, that’s true.
Otherwise I wouldn’t have been raised in the Collins.
I heard you have been taking care of Juliette when she was a toddler.” Lara asked casually
“I did.
I have raised Miss Juliette to be the most sought-after bride of M city.” The etiquette teacher said with pride.
“Just the M city, and not the entire country?” Lara poked.
The teacher’s face fell.
“I mean, your level of expertise should have made Juliette the top bride of S country,” Lara said.
“Is it by any chance because of…” Lara let words hang in the air.
“Because of what?” The teacher asked nervously
“I mean, I have heard the rumours.
Of back eight years ago.” Lara walked towards her, in perfect balance, not her usual stubbling.
The book didn’t even move a millimetre.
Lara scoffed, “I mean, the Ravenwoods is a very public family.
Daily gossip magazines would mention something about this family.
Both good or bad.”
“What are you suggesting, Miss Lara?” The teacher started feeling nervous.
Whatever was happening right now was totally unexpected for her.
Lara being in perfect posture and balance.
Lara knew a gossip so hidden that nobody knew, not the servants who were assigned to her, not the older servants, and definitely not the gossip magazines.
Except for Butler Nolan and the fired servants.
“Oh my, such sudden importance?
Gossips are dangerous, aren’t they?
It has the power to ruin lives.
Or dig out hidden secrets.” Lara was walking sur les pointes.
She had specially worn her black ballerina shoes and wore the ribbons as fashion under her long beige maxi skirt and brown turtle necked vest top.
“What do you want?
You are doing this because you want money, isn’t it?” The teacher charged at her.
“Money?
Teacher, I own ten per cent of Ravenwood holdings, not just the Carter Music Labels, the entire holding.
I don’t need money.
Only poor people need money, isn’t it?” Lara taunted.
“What I want you to do, is to pack your bags.
Leave this mansion in three hours and make Cristina come meet me.
I must see the mother who gave birth to me and arranged such a lovely meeting with you, isn’t it?” Lara said, her voice dropping into a low, predatory tone.
Cristina
“Money, money, money Must be funny In the rich man’s world Money, money, money Always sunny In the rich man’s world”