Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent

Lady Rose Adam made it all the way back to her chambers without a single flicker of emotion breaking through her carefully maintained mask.

Her spine was straight, her steps measured, her chin high. Not a single servant dared to meet her eyes, let alone question the way her hand was clenched white around her skirts.

But the moment she pushed the door shut behind her and the latch clicked, all that composure shattered like glass.

Her breathing quickened, shoulders trembling as the memory replayed in her mind—Kyle Armstrong, standing there so casually, as if he hadn't been the reason she had been ridiculed in every drawing room in the capital.

His tone, his manner, the faint glimmer of knowing amusement in his eyes—it made her blood boil. With a strangled noise, she swept an ornate vase from her desk, sending it shattering against the wall.

Books, cushions, a silver trinket box—all went flying in a fit of rage.

"Milady, please! You mustn't lose your temper like this. People will hear."

Her maid gasped, rushing in to catch the jewelry box before it hit the floor.

Rose froze, chest rising and falling sharply. The reminder stung her pride, but she was no fool.

A lady who couldn't control herself was a lady who lost power.

Slowly, deliberately, she turned away from the chaos she had made, walking toward her dressing table. She stared into the mirror, forcing her breathing to slow.

"You're right. This changes nothing. I will not let him win."

She said, her voice low and tight.

The maid relaxed slightly, relieved to see her mistress regaining her composure. Rose sat, folding her hands in her lap, thinking hard.

She could confront Kyle directly, but that would give him the satisfaction of seeing her ruffled.

She could have him slighted or ignored, but that might make her appear petty. No—she needed to appear above it all.

In the end, her plan was simple: she would attend to him as a proper hostess should, offer him every courtesy… and then see him gone at the first possible moment.

The less time he lingered in her home, the better.

By morning, her resolve was ironclad. She rose early, dressed with precision, and called for her head maid.

"Inform the chefs. I want the best dishes prepared for our guests. Spare no expense. And see that the rooms are kept in perfect order. I refuse to be found lacking in my own home."

She said crisply.

The orders rippled through the household, and more than one servant exchanged baffled glances.

Lady Rose Adam, known for her sharp tongue and exacting standards, was suddenly extending unprecedented generosity to an outsider.

Some whispered that she must be trying to impress him. Others guessed she was simply setting him up for something later.

Whatever the truth, the effect was immediate—every servant moved twice as quickly, eager to avoid her ire.

In the back of her mind, Rose was already picturing the moment she would watch Kyle leave her estate for good, her dignity intact and her reputation untarnished.

Until then, she would play the role of the perfect hostess… no matter how much it galled her.

Lady Rose kept her back straight as she walked down the hall toward her chambers. Each step was deliberate, each motion precise, a noble's poise holding her together.

She passed servants who bowed deeply, keeping their eyes down so they wouldn't notice the tension in her jaw.

Her face remained a mask of dignity, but her hands, hidden in the folds of her dress, were clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms.

"I will not be found lacking. When a guest leaves this estate, they will have no cause to speak ill of its hospitality. Is that understood?"

She replied sharply.

Word spread quickly. Servants whispered among themselves about her sudden generosity, especially toward Kyle Armstrong and his people.

She ordered fresh linens to be sent to their rooms, arranged for the finest tea in her stores to be served, and instructed the stable hands to ensure their mounts were brushed and fed to perfection.

Some thought she must be planning something, but no one dared to question her directly.

To them, it seemed Lady Rose was going out of her way to honor her guests. To Rose, it was simply the first step in reclaiming control.

If Kyle Armstrong thought he could humiliate her, he would soon learn she could play the long game too.

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Lady Rose spent the rest of the morning directing her servants with a precision and determination they rarely saw from her.

Every tray of food was inspected twice, every flower arrangement adjusted to the last petal.

The banquet table in the grand dining hall was dressed in rich linens and silverware polished to a mirror's shine.

The scent of roasted meat, fresh bread, and delicate pastries began to fill the manor, carried by warm drafts from the kitchens.

Her household staff exchanged curious glances. It was rare for their mistress to put so much effort into accommodating anyone outside her immediate circle.

Usually, she delegated the details to her stewards and only appeared at the end to accept the credit.

But this time, she was personally involved—hovering over the cooks, tasting sauces, even making adjustments to the seating arrangement herself.

"Her Ladyship must truly value these guests."

One footman whispered to another as they set out crystal goblets.

"Or she's planning something."

The other replied under his breath, mindful of the sharp ears nearby.

By midday, everything was in place. The manor's wide entrance hall gleamed under the sunlight spilling in from its high windows.

Fresh garlands decorated the stair railings, and even the courtyard had been swept until not a leaf remained.

Rose had dressed in a soft ivory gown embroidered with pale gold thread, her hair styled in an elegant twist that framed her face perfectly.

She intended to look every inch the dignified noblewoman—untouched by last night's temper.

When Kyle and his party entered, the household moved like a well-rehearsed performance. Servants stepped forward to take cloaks and travel gear.

Refreshments were offered immediately—light fruit wine for those who wished to drink and cool water for those who didn't.

The guests were guided to a comfortable salon, where soft couches and low tables awaited them.

Rose glided into the room moments later, smiling with perfect grace.

"Lord Armstrong. I trust your accommodations have been satisfactory?"

She greeted, her voice smooth.

"They have."

Kyle replied politely, though his eyes studied her for a brief moment longer than formality required.

She seated herself opposite him, posture impeccable.

"Excellent. Lunch will be served shortly. In the meantime, please make yourselves at home. My household is at your disposal for anything you require."

Her tone carried not the slightest hint of the simmering frustration she had felt the night before. If she could not rid herself of this man just yet, she would control the situation on her terms.

The staff worked quietly but efficiently around them, laying out small dishes and filling cups. Rose noted with satisfaction how her guests relaxed into the comfort of her hospitality.

Every polite smile she gave, every gracious word, was deliberate—a reminder that she could meet any insult with composure and refinement.

Inside, however, her thoughts were already turning over possibilities.

If she handled this well, she could send Kyle on his way with her dignity intact and perhaps even earn the appearance of having done him a favor.

Then, when he was gone, she could ensure that this chapter was forgotten… or rewritten in her favor.

The game had only just begun, and Lady Rose was determined that this time, she would not be the one humiliated.