"Why can’t I go in?"

Joy frowned, clearly showing her displeasure, while the priest blocking the door began to sweat nervously.

Though Lucy and Arthur liked to tease her by calling her the “clueless lady,” Joy was different when it came to anyone else.

Cold eyes. A commanding voice. Poised, elegant movements.

On the surface, she looked like the epitome of a noble lady, and it was hard for anyone to feel at ease around her.

Above all, she was the daughter of the prestigious Duke Patran family.

A woman from a family so powerful that rumors said a single …