You’ll Regret Stealing Him from Me — My Sister Who Took My Fiancé and Celebrated Was a Fool - Chapter 33

Not long before Isabella held her third party.

Since proposing my plans to Lord Maximilian, I’ve been making steady, deliberate progress.

It began with small-scale gatherings.

I take pride in having successfully organized numerous parties before. However, launching straight into a grand new style would have been reckless. To minimize the risk of failure, I needed to proceed step by step.

So, I started by inviting military nobles closely associated with the Liebenfeld family to test this new approach. I incorporated the refined methods I’d learned from civil nobles while ensuring I didn’t compromise the military nobles’ preference for practicality. Carefully, I adjusted the balance between the two.

From the very first party, several challenges emerged.

Some attendees felt the decorations were slightly too extravagant, while the menu and serving timing required fine-tuning. A few seemed unaccustomed to the unfamiliar atmosphere.

Yet, no one voiced criticism.

Instead, reactions were favorable “This is an interesting experiment,” some said. A few even told me, “We’re looking forward to the next one.” Their warmth encouraged me deeply.

Bolstered by their responses, I made further refinements for the second and third parties.

Each time, I improved little by little. I observed the guests’ reactions closely, adjusted the ambiance, experimented with dish pairings, and changed the music selections. I carefully noted what was well-received and where there was room for improvement, applying those lessons to the next event.

The staff’s devoted cooperation was my greatest reassurance.

Albert, who had accompanied me from my family home, worked seamlessly with the Liebenfeld staff. At first, the differences between civil and military nobles’ methods seemed to confuse them, but now they moved in harmony, understanding and respecting each other’s strengths.

As I reviewed the latest challenges and refined improvements in my study, a knock sounded at the door.

“Lady Seraphina.”

Albert entered.

“Albert, what is it?”

“I wanted to commend you on the success of the recent party. The guests were highly pleased.”

He handed me a compiled report of their feedback.

“That’s good to hear.”

I sighed in relief. Every time, the tension lasts until the very end. But results like these fuels my motivation for the next one.

“The staff have also grown accustomed to the new style. They’ve learned to appreciate and execute both civil and military nobles’ approaches.”

“Yes. Everyone has done wonderfully.”

I spoke with heartfelt gratitude.

“It’s only because of your precise guidance, my lady. The staff trust you completely.”

Albert said this calmly, yet with conviction.

“Thank you, Albert. But it’s only because they understand and carry out my intentions so well. I couldn’t do this alone.”

“Spoken like the Lady Seraphina I know.”

He smiled softly.

The parties succeeded because of their flawless execution. I truly believed that. I must never forget my gratitude toward them.

Countless trials and errors had brought me here. The anxiety of trying something new was ever-present. Days spent identifying issues and seeking solutions. Sometimes, I even doubted myself.

But Lord Maximilian, Albert, and the entire Liebenfeld household had always supported me. That was how I’d come this far.

Another knock came at the door.

“Seraphina.”

Lord Maximilian’s voice.

“Come in.”

Albert swiftly opened the door, and Lord Maximilian entered.

“Lord Maximilian.”

I rose from my chair and stepped toward him.

“I have something to discuss.”

“Of course.”

I looked up at him. His expression was as serious as ever. What did he wish to talk about?

“You’ve held several small-scale parties now.”

“Yes. Thanks to everyone’s efforts, they’ve gradually taken shape.”

He studied me intently before nodding.

“The staff have adapted well to the new style. The guests’ reactions have been excellent.”

He nodded again, satisfied.

“Indeed. I’m truly grateful for their warm reception.”

“Seraphina. This is the result of your efforts.”

“Thank you.”

His praise filled me with honest joy.

After a pause, he spoke quietly.

“Shall we consider expanding the scale?”

My heart skipped a beat.

“I agree.”

I had been thinking the same. We’d thoroughly tested the waters with smaller gatherings, identified challenges, and refined our approach. The staff were comfortable now. It was time to move forward.

It seemed Lord Maximilian shared my thoughts. Perhaps the timing was perfect.

“Invite more people. Not just military nobles, civil nobles as well.”

I nodded silently.

A new style that could bridge both factions that was what we had aimed for. A party that could serve as a connection between military and civil nobles.

“We should let more people see it.”

“Indeed. Your new approach deserves a wider audience.”

His voice brimmed with expectation.

Already, plans began forming in my mind. How to ensure success. How to minimize risks. Every detail would need careful consideration.

“Are you uneasy?”

Lord Maximilian asked gently.

“A little,” I admitted.

We had done well so far. Yet, unexpected failures could still occur. Had I overlooked anything?

“But more than that, I’m excited. This is a special opportunity to bring everything we’ve built into full view.”

“I see.”

He smiled faintly.

“You’ll succeed. I guarantee it.”

His eyes held unwavering confidence. Under that gaze, my worries slowly melted away.

“Seraphina. No one has worked harder than you. You’ve trusted your staff, respected the guests, and built everything meticulously. I’ve watched you every step of the way.”

“Lord Maximilian…”

“You’ll be fine. I know you can do this.”

He always encouraged me like this, his dependable words pushing me forward. But it wasn’t just words. His tangible support in countless ways was why I trusted him completely.

“Thank you. Let’s do it.”

I met his eyes and spoke firmly.

“Good. Let’s begin preparations.”

He nodded firmly in return.

The real challenge lay ahead. There would surely be difficulties. But we would advance one step at a time—patiently, carefully, trusting in everything we’d built so far.