My Adoptive Brother Sent Me to Heiress Island to Learn My Manners

On my twentieth birthday, the nude sculpture I had hidden in my studio was exposed to the public. Everyone looked at me strangely. Under the spotlight, my adoptive brother, who had always doted on me, coldly slapped me across the face. To save face, he let his childhood sweetheart send me to an island for socialites, where I was taught the rules of a proper society lady.