The debutante was the official first socialite debut stage for the aristocratic young people who became adults, and it was also the event that opened the door to Thanksgiving day.
During the Thanksgiving season, a large-scale dance and hunting competition was held at the imperial family, and people from all walks of life, starting with local lords, attended.
The protagonists of the debutante were introduced to them one by one, and the connections they built at that time continued to affect them into the future.
There was no better stage than this for young-ae who wanted to successfully integrate into the aristocratic society, but for me, there were so many family names to memorize that I felt like my head was going to explode.
"Ugh …"
It's not just that.
What kind of bastard has so much pretentiousness?
I shuddered as I looked at the etiquette book in which the angle of bending and the movement of raising the skirt were written in detail.
'The noble family isn't always good either.'
While I was memorizing the complicated imperial family tree with my hair wrapped around my head, I jumped up when I heard that the dance teacher had arrived.
My father, who was preparing for my debutante, invited Mrs. Gwi. Who had mastered social etiquette, and a teacher famous for ballroom dancing.
The nobles have learned to dance, but when they debut, many eyes will see them so that's a problem.
'There are a lot of nobles looking for a spouse for their children.”
Before their debut, the young-ae improved their dancing skills by checking whether there were any bad habits in their movements.
'Still, dancing is fun compared to memorizing four or five letter names.'
With an amazing talent for using my body, I imitated the teacher's movements like a copier.
"What a perfect step! Princess."
As the dance teacher spat out compliments and clapped her hands so that her palms were dry.
"One of the best people I've ever taught... Ugh!"
While learning to dance in the annex practice room, Duke Seymour suddenly appeared.
“Don’t mind me and let the class go on.”
He stood on one side of the wall and crossed his arms, and the teacher continued the class sweating like rain.
"I'm not saying it because she's my daughter, but she was really good at dancing."
"The princess dances elegantly and beautifully like a swan. If she does the actual practices to prepare for the performance, I can assure you that she will get the most attention at the ballroom."
"Actual practice?"
"Since it's all about social dancing, having a partner to practice with will help her to improve her skills."
“She's good enough now, what else has she needed to practice?”
“No, of course. Duke.”
”... That's true, I can’t even learn to dance again."
The duke, who was standing there with a dissatisfied face, muttering something, approached me as soon as the lesson was over.
