Victoria
Today was my first day as the new duchess of the Graham mansion. The morning began with endless work, and I quickly realized that much of my time would be spent buried in documents.
Flipping through the papers in my hands, I carefully followed every detailed line.
The butler had brought me the pending files and official paperwork requiring my signature. It puzzled me—after all, I wasn’t truly meant to hold authority here. I was only here to play the role of the duke’s fiancée in a fabricated marriage.
Yet Alexander insisted it was my right, and that I could do as I pleased.
His words made me uneasy, but if he demanded them, I had little choice but to act my part.
Stretching, I glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner. It’s nearly noon. Time for lunch with Alexander.
