The Springshaper Garden Party was traditionally one of the season's most anticipated events, combining the elegance of high society with the casual atmosphere that encouraged genuine conversation. As I arrived at the Springshaper estate with Cecilia and Rose flanking me in perfectly coordinated formal wear, I felt the familiar thrill of anticipation that came with major social operations.
"Remember," Rose murmured as we made our way through the estate's magnificent gardens, "the goal today is to establish your presence as a serious suitor without creating immediate political incidents. We need to be strategic."
Cecilia nodded in agreement, her crimson eyes surveying the assembled guests with the analytical precision that made her such an effective crown princess. "My brother will be here, and he'll be expecting you to make a move. The question is how overtly you want to challenge his existing claim."
