The Season's Bride, or The Cook in High Society

To hit the arrogant duke with a stick... of sausage? I, a simple cook from a distant estate, can do even more! To pretend to be a marchioness and become the diamond of the season? It will be done! To tidy up the tavern that my stepmother turned into a den? Easy! Not to fall in love with the arrogant handsome duke? It seems I have a problem...