Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair)
Chapter 297

On the day of Helen's gathering, ladies from both inside and outside the capital, as well as the families of high-ranking officials, all arrived at Hell Monarch Estate.

Despite the invitation being framed as a snowfall viewing event, it hadn't snowed that day. Furthermore, the garden's orchids had been transplanted to a secluded area. After the relocation, the blossoms hadn't bloomed at all this year.

Even with Rafael's return and the meticulous care of a specialist, the garden had only a few blooming flowers.

However, whether it was flowers or snow was secondary. Everyone understood well enough that Helen organized this tea party to show off.

As expected, today she wore a deep red brocade gown embroidered with large lilies. A pristine white fox fur draped elegantly over her shoulders, and her hair, touched with a few strands of gray, was styled in an elaborate updo. It was adorned with a gold crown set with rubies, giving her an air of undeniable nobility.

Eleanor had also dressed up for the occasion, but her attire paled in comparison to Helen's splendor. After all, Helen had been pampered in the palace for many years, her skin was fair and rosy, with no wrinkles around her eyes.

In contrast, Eleanor's skin, already dry from the winter, made the fine lines around her eyes more pronounced, and the powder she wore made her look older.

The two noble concubines did not attend, claiming illness due to the cold. But in reality, they simply didn't wish to witness Helen showing off.

As for the other ladies and officials' families, they had to come. Even if they had no respect for Helen, they had to show respect for the Hell Monarch.

Among them were many flatterers who lavished praise on Helen.

Jessica had brought Serena with her. Serena was dressed beautifully, her clothing and jewelry gifted by Jessica and in the latest winter fashion. With her naturally fair skin, she appeared even more charming than the flowers.

Serena had prepared thoroughly for this meeting, knowing that Helen liked to be praised for her youthful appearance.

When she greeted Helen, her face displayed a momentary look of astonishment before she quickly knelt and apologized, "Lady Helen, please forgive me. I was momentarily struck dumb by your fair skin, which surpasses that of a young maiden. My reaction was truly inappropriate."

Hearing this, Helen immediately beamed with delight. "Which family are you from? Such sweet words! How could a woman in her forties like me compare with a young maiden?"

"My name is Serena Warren. I'm Barrett's younger sister. I wouldn't dare to lie. Lady Helen, your beauty and grace are truly divine. As someone who hasn't seen much of the world, I initially thought you were a goddess when I first saw you."

Serena's flattery hit its mark, and Helen was thrilled. She felt she had everything material and favored in this lifetime, but it would be wonderful if she could be admired like a goddess!

Helen beamed, her smile stretching widely. She turned to Gillian beside her, and said, "She's such a clever girl. Reward her. Give her that coral bracelet of mine."

Gillian hesitated for a moment, but followed the order and brought the precious coral bracelet to Serena.

Serena's heart was soaring with joy, but she maintained a respectful and grateful demeanor.

"Thank you, Lady Helen. To receive such a generous gift today is a great honor. I will be forever grateful and will pray daily for your peace and health."

"What a good child. Rise," Helen said, giving Serena an approving look.

The girl's flattery had brightened Helen's day, making her feel completely at ease. "Come visit me often when you have the time. I would enjoy your company."

Serena's eyes sparkled with delight, and she almost wanted to leap with joy on the spot. However, in the presence of so many witnesses, she simply smiled and replied, "Thank you, Lady Helen. I will certainly come by regularly to keep you company."

The other ladies looked down on Serena from the bottom of their hearts. Serena put on a respectful facade, but her words dripped with insincerity.

How could Serena liken Helen to a goddess? Goddesses were compassionate, but they didn't flaunt themselves like Helen did.

At that moment, someone asked, "Why isn't Lady Sinclair here today?"