When elegantly dressed Charlotte arrived at the manor's grand hall, warm applause suddenly erupted.
In the luxurious reception hall, the crowd was buzzing as the nobles all stood up and greeted the young lady with respectful bows.
Among them were families and wealthy businessmen who had dealings with Castel, representatives from various friendly families, and envoys from the lower nobility of the Castel Territory.
Charlotte was dressed in a beautiful noble gown, her golden hair naturally cascading down her back, elegant and noble, stunning and charming under the dreamy multicolored crystal lights, like a holy angel.
Today, she looked even more beautiful and more mature.
Of course, Charlotte knew it was just the effect of the clothes and makeup.
She had her height measured periodically, and since her crossing, she actually hadn't grown at all; stripped of her clothes, she was still the same pitiable small frame.
