The Reincarnated Noble Lady is the Infamous Viscount's Heir - I've Accepted a Contract Marriage for Estate Management. - Chapter 1.40

With the resolution of Duke Brocklebang’s attempted coup, a lot has happened around me.

First, Jessica and Percival got married so that Percival could officially inherit the title.

Jessica’s radiant smile during the wedding was dazzling, and the ceremony left both the Mayfield and Wilcox families with a sense of bright hope for the future.

Jessica had always been frail, so I couldn’t help but worry about whether they’d have an heir, but I was sure they’d manage somehow.

Speaking of heirs, Patricia was already pregnant by the time of Jessica’s wedding, and the Russells Trading Company was absolutely ecstatic.

Their excitement was so over the top that they went ahead and built a department store in the capital’s commercial district.

Yes, the Russells Trading Company.

Think Harrods from my past life—although, to be fair, they have the financial power to back it up.

Patricia had been quietly worried about her difficulty conceiving after three years of marriage. Before Jessica’s wedding, I learned that was one reason Patricia frequently visited the Wilcox family estate, even after getting married.

Her husband, Trevor, had been considerate, telling her not to stress about it and letting her come and go as she pleased.

“Trevor said he didn’t mind, but I couldn’t help feeling anxious. Now I can finally relax,” Patricia said.

“Please, take care of yourself, Sister. Don’t move around too much.”

“Of course. Today’s a special occasion for Jessica’s wedding.”

Her baby bump wasn’t visible yet during the wedding, but she looked genuinely happy.

Jessica and Percival, who were already overjoyed about their own union, lit up even more when they learned about Patricia’s pregnancy.

“Jessica! Let’s design baby clothes together!”

“Of course! Let’s make them adorable!”

I couldn’t help but join in.

“Percival, make sure to choose the softest fabrics. Babies have such delicate skin.”

“Understood, Grace! I’ll make sure of it, dear sister-in-law!”

I was just as excited as they were.

At this point, I was already living at the Count’s estate.

People in the trading circles were buzzing about how “old-fashioned” it was for the former Viscount Wilcox to move into her fiancé’s home before the wedding.

But really, I just didn’t have anywhere else to go.

It wasn’t old-fashioned—it was basically a trial cohabitation before marriage.

One amusing moment during Jessica’s wedding was the lighthearted squabble over who would walk her down the aisle and hand her over to Percival.

There were three contenders:

1. 1. 1. 1. Percival’s older brother, the now-Count Mayfield.

1. 1. 1. 1. Trevor, Patricia’s husband.

1. 1. 1. 1. And, of course, the Count.

In the end, Jessica made a fair decision—she wrote their names on slips of paper, and Trevor won the honor.

Considering how close the Wilcox family came to ruin, hosting such a grand ceremony with a star-studded guest list was nothing short of remarkable.

Not long after, Patricia gave birth, adding even more joy to our lives.

Meanwhile, I began helping the Count with developing his estate, and before I knew it, a year had passed.

And today…

Today, I’m getting married to the Count.

“You look stunning, Grace!”

Jessica clasped her hands together, her voice filled with awe.

My wedding dress was different from the one Jessica wore for her wedding.

The design wasn’t common in this world, but it was something I had always wanted to wear.

With my current height and figure, I knew I could pull it off, so I went ahead and designed the dress myself—keeping it a secret, even from Jessica.

It was a mermaid-style dress, with the skirt flaring out below the knees and a long train trailing behind.

“Jessica, did you design this?”

“No, Grace did! She didn’t even tell me about it, and I was dying of curiosity! But it’s stunning—it’ll definitely set a trend!”

“I’d love to wear something like this too,” said Abigail, my eldest sister, with a nod from Patricia.

“For debutantes or petite figures, something like my wedding dress would be better. But for someone like you, Grace, or our older sisters, this is absolutely perfect!”

I felt relieved. I’d been a little worried about how it would be received.

Since the dress highlighted the lines from the bust to the hips, I thought it might feel a bit too daring. And to be honest, wearing it was a little embarrassing.

But looking at it objectively in the mirror, it worked.

“It really shows off your figure beautifully,” Patricia murmured, holding her baby boy, Randy, whom she’d left with the Russells grandparents for the day.

“I wanted to bring Randy, but his grandparents wouldn’t let go of him,” Patricia said with a fond sigh. “They’re absolutely smitten with their grandson.”

“I’m glad they’re enjoying their time with him,” I said, laughing.

Patricia turned back to the dress. “You know, if we shorten the train a little, this design could work as an evening gown. I’d love to have this dress made for myself—name your price.”

“All right, all right. But first, let me get married. One step at a time,” I replied, laughing.

At Jessica’s suggestion, my friend Ada brought a photographer to capture my wedding dress in all its glory.

Having a photographer at a wedding was standard in my previous life, but in this world, it’s still quite unusual. Ada apparently convinced her father to fund it because, as she put it, “It’s a special occasion.”

“I’m telling you, wedding photography could be a lucrative business. I’ll pitch the idea to my father,” Ada said enthusiastically.

“I think it definitely has potential,” I agreed.

“With a model couple like you and Vincent, this will definitely take off. You look amazing, Grace. Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” I replied with a smile.

Ada also brought some wonderful news: the Crown Prince and the Second Prince were on the road to recovery.

“It’s thanks to the Mage Countess,” Ada whispered, casting a glance at Abigail, my eldest sister. “She led the entire operation. She’s amazing—just like you.”

Apparently, the Second Prince had grown quite attached to Abigail.

What is this dynamic? An older woman and a younger boy? It’s giving me ideas!

Ada nodded knowingly, clearly thinking along the same lines.

During her brief period of confinement following the recent incident, Ada had taken up writing and had even published a novel. It was a massive hit among young women.

“A story about a witch breaking a prince’s curse—it’s a great theme,” Ada said, clearly proud of her work.

Was she planning to base her next story on Abigail? I wouldn’t mind that—I’d definitely read it.

“If you finish it, let me know. I’d love to read it.”

“Grace, you’re always so focused on work, but it makes me happy to see you excited about things like this,” Ada said warmly.

Well, what can I say? I was a hopeless nerd in my past life.

Just as we were chatting, it was time to move to the ceremony venue.

Just like Jessica’s wedding, there was some lighthearted squabbling over who would walk me down the aisle.

Since I was leaving the Wilcox family, Percival, as the current head of the family, volunteered. Percival’s older brother, now Count Mayfield, argued that Percival was too young, so he should take on the role. Trevor, Patricia’s husband, insisted that as Jessica’s brother-in-law, it was his duty.

But this time, a surprising candidate stepped in to resolve the three-way stalemate: His Grace, the Duke of Redgrave.

When the Count explained that His Grace himself wanted to act as my stand-in father, the three other contenders were dumbfounded.

“The Duke of Redgrave is attending?! That’s incredible!”

Honestly, I was equally shocked.

According to Lady Angelina, “His Grace always wanted to formally acknowledge Vincent as his son, but Vincent refused. I think this is his way of trying to feel like a father.”

Why don’t you just talk to him directly, Father-in-law?

The ceremony itself went smoothly, without any dramatic interruptions—no groom (or bride) getting snatched away at the last minute like in the movie The Graduate.

Well… it would have gone perfectly if not for one small incident at the end.

The Count’s “vow kiss” dragged on far too long.

Even the priest and His Grace were clearing their throats in an effort to break it up, but Vincent was oblivious.

“Vincent, we’ll be taking commemorative photos soon, so let’s wrap this up,” I whispered.

Calling him by name worked like magic; he finally stopped.

Later, instead of a traditional bouquet toss, I handed my bouquet to Abigail. She frowned deeply, clearly uneasy about the gesture.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” she muttered under her breath.

But Jessica quickly stepped in, splitting the bouquet into two and handing half to Ada and the other half to Abigail.

“It’s all yours now!” Jessica said cheerfully.

The photographer called out, “All right, everyone, let’s get ready for the photos!”

As the camera clicked, I found myself wondering if, with the help of magic and magical tools, this world might someday resemble my previous life.

But for now, under this bright blue sky and surrounded by lush greenery, I was with the man I loved and the people I cared for most.

This single moment felt like forever.