As the birthday party drew near, Anderson Manor saw an increasing number of guests arriving.
This birthday banquet was even more lively than I recalled from my previous life, with all the city's prominent families in attendance.
But the spotlight undoubtedly belonged to Fiona. Dressed in a stunning gown and adorned with a crown, she flitted about like a butterfly among flowers, greeting everyone she met, addressing them by name, and engaging in light conversation.
She tilted her chin at me, as if showing off.
I sighed; in a past life, I would have felt out of my depth in such a situation.
However, I had observed all these people during my years as a vase beside Kris. To be a qualified wife, I had memorized their names, hobbies, and histories.
I raised my glass and sauntered over to h
