Rejection before Confession (1)

''Does Damien want to dance?'' Isla asked, shifting her eyes from the dancing imperial couple to her son in her father's arms.

''Mother has taught Damien!'' True to her words, his mother had taught him etiquette in the place of countess olivier.

''True.'' Isla chuckled. As much as she loved teaching her son what she had been taught in her childhood, she couldn't continue forever. Besides, she knew that she herself wasn't enough to teach her son. Damien needed someone that was more knowledgeable in etiquette. Countess Olivier would have been the best, but, fortunately, she was not.