The Black-haired Noblewoman, Who Disguised Herself, Seems To Have Been Doted On While Serving As The Caretaker For The Duke Who Dislikes Women - Episode 49

The next day, there was an announcement from the steward to the servants. It was said that the Dowager Duchess of Harrington, the master’s mother, would be visiting this mansion next week. Since she is scheduled to stay for a few days, we must thoroughly clean and maintain the mansion.

He…he’s here! Finally, this day has come…!

As a newcomer, I am nervous and my heart is pounding, but Amanda and the others are calm.

“Hehe. Don’t worry, Michelle. The lady of the house is a very kind person. Unless you do something extremely rude, she won’t get angry for no reason.”

“Y-Yeah, that’s right.”

From what I’ve heard so far, I can infer that the former Duchess was a very gentle and kind person. She lived quietly in a villa near the former Duke’s grave, where they were very close, and she regularly visited welfare facilities within the territory, as my husband’s mother. Since she raised such a wonderful person as my husband, the former Duchess must also be an exceptional person.

It seems that my husband said, “Mother understands the situation here well, so it’s fine as long as it’s within a reasonable range,” but we servants worked tirelessly to clean the mansion from the day we received the notice until the morning of the former Duchess’s visit. We polished every corner from the floors to the walls, and thoroughly cleaned the rooms on the second floor and above, which are usually neglected. In particular, we meticulously prepared the room where the former Duchess was scheduled to stay, ensuring that everything from

And then the time came.

The person who arrived in a luxurious carriage adorned with the Harrington Duke family’s crest was a lady of grace, with beautiful purple-gray hair tied back and deep mint-green eyes that shone gently.

In front of us servants lined up in the entrance hall, the aura of the person passing by with the master who had come to greet them overwhelmed me. It wasn’t the strange intimidation like that of the Bracey Marquis’s daughter, but their dignified and imposing presence made me involuntarily gasp.

What a wonderful person… And how beautiful they are…

The presence of the former Duchess of Harrington, who had likely been at the top of the socialite hierarchy for many years, was graceful yet exuded an unparalleled air of dignity and authority.

As the two of them passed in front of me, I slightly lowered my eyes, straightened my posture, and stood quietly. Then, the former duchess, who had been walking silently in front of the other servants, stopped abruptly in front of me and turned to face me.

Recalling the time when I was the daughter of the Marquis of Bracey, I involuntarily stiffened my body while staring at the hem of the former Duchess’s dress.

“Oh, how beautiful it is.”

Huh…?

The refined voice that resonates pleasantly in my ears makes me involuntarily lift my gaze. As expected, the former Duchess of Harrington was looking at me. Then, with a gentle smile, she spoke to me.

“Lovely hair. It’s very beautiful.”

“Ah, thank you very much…”

What, it’s about my hair? You scared me…

In my moment of panic, my voice trembled and faltered as I hurriedly thanked him, and I couldn’t understand why my husband made a face that seemed so awkward, furrowed his brow, and looked away.