You’ll Regret Stealing Him from Me — My Sister Who Took My Fiancé and Celebrated Was a Fool - Chapter 37

I’m planning this party.

The last two ended up being rather dull. Too restrained, too unremarkable. But this time will be different. This time, I’m going all out. Grandly. On a scale that will leave everyone astonished.

Thanks to my sister’s influence, the entire social sphere is buzzing with interest in new experiments.

I can’t let this opportunity slip away.

I looked over the guest list.

This time, I’m sending invitations to nearly every noble in the kingdom.

Not just the civil officials.

The military nobles too.

No discrimination, everyone gets one.

I’m following my sister’s lead, holding nothing back. I’ll do everything I can. That’s my decision.

I know many will decline. I’ve accounted for that. Realistically, I don’t expect everyone to attend. But this time, I’ll use the current climate to draw in as many as possible. If this gamble succeeds, my reputation in society will skyrocket.

I’ll leap far beyond the “safe” evaluation of last time.

If my sister was called “groundbreaking,” then I’ll be called “flawless.”

I swear it.

This time, I’ve prepared something special.

Something uniquely mine, something my sister would never think of. A new idea I’ve been nurturing. The last one, unfortunately, failed, but this time will be different. It’ll make a huge impact. Once they see it, they’ll have to reevaluate me.

The details remain a secret. I won’t let a soul know. I’ll keep it hidden until the day of, maximizing the surprise.

I’ll unveil it at the perfect moment, overwhelming everyone with an astonishing spectacle.

Learning from the fountain disaster, this time, I’ll succeed. Back then, I was underprepared. But not now. This time, everything is perfect.

To ensure that, I’ve drafted a new plan.

My revised version, built from my sister’s original. I’ve tweaked it further, refining every detail.

This arrangement for the decorations is better.

The order of the dishes could use a slight adjustment.

The timetable can be optimized even more.

The previous plan worked, but I can’t reuse it as-is. The circumstances are different, the number of attendees, the venue’s scale, everything has changed.

I’ll refine it, make it better. Aim higher. With my growing experience, I can do this. It will improve.

After fine-tuning the details, I nodded in satisfaction.

Now it’s perfect.

The original plan succeeded, so this one will too.

No!

This time, it’ll be far better.

Because I improved it. I didn’t just copy my sister’s plan. I polished it with my own sensibilities. My touch has made it more sophisticated.

At this point, it’s practically my own original work.

The RSVPs started pouring in. I opened each one carefully. Of course, there were refusals.

Just as I expected.

But there were far more acceptances than I anticipated. Staring at the stack of letters, I couldn’t hide my surprise. This many?

This many people are coming?

“As Lady Seraphina’s sister, we have high expectations for you.”

“Last time’s party was safe, but we believe this one will be truly splendid.”

“Following the Liebenfeld household’s party, we eagerly await your new endeavors.”

“We look forward to witnessing an unprecedented challenge.”

Reading those words, I felt my heart race.

This much.

This much attention.

Because my sister’s parties succeeded. Now, as her sister, expectations are gathering around me too.

I’ll use my sister’s success to my advantage.

There’s nothing wrong with that. We’re sisters, it’s only natural.

This time, I can’t fail.

To surpass my sister.

This time, without fail.

I immediately went to Roderick to share the news of the overwhelming response. I wanted to prove him wrong. After all, this many people are watching me.

“Many are attending the party,” I said.

Roderick looked up, surprised.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. There were some declines, but far more acceptances than expected.”

I showed him the letters, spreading them across the desk.

He picked up a few, scanning them.

“Indeed, this is…”

He seemed stunned. Then, after a brief silence…

“That’s good to hear,” he said with a smile.

But—

His smile was stiff. And for a moment, he looked uneasy. What’s there to worry about? Why isn’t he happy?

His unexpected reaction irritated me.

“Isabella, is there any issue with the plan?”

“Issue?”

I tilted my head.

“Yes. With these many attendees, managing the venue will be challenging. Do you have enough staff?”

His opinion, ignorant of social affairs. I wanted to snap that it was fine but maybe there was merit in considering it. I gave his words a brief thought.

True.

There are more guests than last time.

But—

“It’s fine,” I answered confidently. I’ve prepared thoroughly.

“Last time worked out, and this time will too.”

“But…”

Roderick still looked uneasy, a small crease forming between his brows as he watched me.

But I ignored it. He’s just a worrier. He doesn’t understand society, so he’s anxious.

Dwelling on worries is pointless. If you fixate on them, you’ll never get anything done.

I have the perfect plan. Revised from last time’s, refined by my own hands.

And I’ve prepared a special surprise.

There’s nothing to fear.

“With this many people coming, you should be happy first,” I said, smiling brightly at him. A confident, radiant smile.

“It’s proof of the attention we’re getting. This party will be a success.”

The venue preparations were completed without a hitch.

The decorations were arranged lavishly, the menu finalized. Far more extravagant than last time. I increased the ingredients to match the guest count.

The musicians were briefed—every song, every timing, set in stone.

The staff, including the additional hires, were fully prepared. With all this in place, nothing could go wrong.

Surveying the venue, I nodded in satisfaction.

Perfect.

This time, the party will be flawless.

But—

As preparations progressed, one small thing nagged at me. The staff’s coordination seemed worse than last time.

They kept coming to me for confirmation, over and over. Can’t they check the plan before bothering me? Suppressing the urge to snap, I gave instructions.

“Lady Isabella, is this decoration placement correct?”

“Yes, as per the plan.”

I answered, slightly exasperated. How many times must they ask?

I thought we’d moved forward, but have we regressed? After last time, the staff should be accustomed by now. Yet it’s as if all that experience vanished.

“Lady Isabella, may I confirm the serving order? These two instructions contradict each other.”

A staff member pointed to two sections of the plan.

I checked.

True, there was a slight discrepancy.

But that was my adjustment, an improvement I made. It’s natural if some parts are less clear.

“Prioritize this one,” I said, pointing to my revised version.

“But if we do, it won’t align with the timetable.”

The staff looked troubled, voicing their concern. My irritation flared.

“Don’t worry about that now. The schedule has enough leeway. Just adapt as needed.”

I waved them off, dismissing their nitpicking. They’re overthinking it. A minor timetable shift won’t ruin anything.

I turned back to the plan.

It’s fine.

My revised plan is perfect.

Far better than my sister’s original.

There’s nothing to worry about.