The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 537

Chapter 537: Risk in Offending Others

[Meredith].

Two days later, after breakfast, Madame Beatrice found me exactly where she said she would—waiting near the wide archway that opened into the inner compound.

The morning air was pleasant, the sun already climbing but not yet harsh. Two servants stood a few steps behind her, each holding a notebook and pen, ready to document every word I said.

"This way, Luna," Madame Beatrice said politely.

I nodded and followed.

She walked me through the estate grounds, stopping at three different locations within the compound, one after the other.

At each spot, she explained its advantages—space, proximity to the main hall, ease of access for women and children.

I listened carefully, but my eyes were already assessing something else. Time.

The event was fixed from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. And that meant the sun would be fully out.

When we reached the third spot, I slowed my steps.

Tall trees stood in a loose semicircle around the area, their branches stretching wide, leaves thick enough to scatter sunlight into gentle patterns on the ground. Even standing there now, the shade felt noticeably cooler.

"This one," I said without hesitation.

Madame Beatrice smiled faintly, as though she had expected that answer. "A wise choice. The trees will help, but we can also install additional shade canopies to ensure comfort."

I turned to her. "Yes. Do that."

One of the servants immediately wrote it down. Then, we moved on to seating.

"I would prefer benches," I said after a moment.

Madame Beatrice raised an eyebrow slightly, inviting my reasoning.

"Benches make people sit together," I explained. "They encourage conversation. Single chairs create distance, especially for women who already feel isolated."

She nodded in approval. "Very well."

A few more details were discussed—the flow of movement, where children could sit closer to the front, and where older women might be more comfortable.

When everything outside was settled, we headed back indoors.

The private sitting area was already prepared.

The woman who had been assisting Madame Beatrice since the first day was present, along with two cooks, both standing respectfully. As soon as I entered, they bowed and greeted me.

"Good morning, Luna."

"Good morning," I replied, taking my seat.

Once everyone had settled, the discussion moved to food and drinks.

One of the cooks slid a prepared menu across the table. I read through it carefully.

"I will choose three dishes," I said. "One meat dish. Rice. And one soup."

The cooks nodded and made notes.

"For drinks," I added, "I want something fresh."

Several fruit juices were suggested—apple, citrus blends, and berry infusions. I listened, then shook my head lightly.

"Pomegranate juice."

Madame Beatrice looked pleased. "Very fitting."

"And drinking water must be available as well," I added. "Plenty of it."

’Special guests. Noblewomen.’

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