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章 16: Ch. 16 Everyone Was Dazed (1)

The next morning, Mirabelle guided Elena into her room with her small hand. Elena's eyes were closed as she blindly groped her way forward, until finally Mirabelle stopped.

"Tada!"

At the word, Elena slowly raised her eyelids and looked at the scene in front of her.

Immediately hanging before her was the dress Mirabelle had taken yesterday. For the most part it looked like her neat white and green dress. The problem before was that the sleeves, waistlines, and skirt were too plain, but now the dress she saw felt completely different from that of yesterday. Lace was added to the sleeves and shoulders, and a mesh with beads was added to the skirt to make it more elegant. The lower neckline showed her bust, and the dress had been modified to emphasize her narrow waist line.

Despite the short notice, the modifications on the dress were almost indistinguishable from that of a professional tailor. She felt her mouth drop open in astonishment.

"You did this yourself?"

"Yes, I did the overall design, but the maid helped me a lot."

"Incredible. I didn't you know had this talent."

She spoke from the bottom of her heart. Since Elena was a little girl, she had been completely illiterate when it came to fashion. She always like the traditional and simple rather than dazzling and glamourous. Instead of enjoying the attention of others, she always wanted to blend in rather than standing out, are there was not much to boast about. From a dress to a tea cup, her selections were so lackluster that Elena didn't consider herself to be very feminine. She couldn't afford luxuries after her family died anyway, but her tastes were still the same when she lived as a noblewoman. She didn't expect Mirabelle to have this gift.

"Do you think I would look good in it?"

"Who do you think you're talking to? You can tell just by looking at it."

Mirabelle said lightly.

"Do you want to study this?"

"No matter what I think, Father will say that a woman should be modest and stay home."

Elena didn't want to argue with her father, but she didn't want to restrain Mirabelle either. If Elena became a princess–then empress–as planned then Mirabelle would not be so free in the future. But her sister wanted to live more freely than anyone else. If Mirabelle wanted a professional job, Elena was willing to give her all the support she could.

"Father's opinion is important, but you have to decide your life on your own. I'll help you if you want, so just tell me if you feel that way."

At Elena's warm advice, Mirabelle nodded and a grateful smile spread on her face.

"Yes, thank you, sister."

"You're welcome. I'm very grateful to you, Mirabelle."

Elena's dress was satisfactory, although Mirabelle's dress had to taken apart in pieces to provide the lace and the mesh. Elena felt a little guilty for having ruined Mirabele's new dress to fix it. From the small to the large, Mirabelle thought only of her. A warm happiness filled her body.

"Heh. How embarrassing…"

Mirabelle scratched her nose, then pointed to the altered dress and spoke again.

"Would you like to try it on?"

"Of course."

Elena hurried to put on the dress with the help of her maid. She thought it would be wonderful to wear a dress that Mirabelle create herself from start to finish one day.

Chorreuk–

After changing into the new dress and making the necessary adjustments, the maid drew open the curtains of the dressing room. Mirabelle's mouth opened. In actuality Elena might have gone a little overboard with her praise, and while the dress was well mended, the fact that the original dress was still out of style had not changed. But as soon as Elena wore it it was transformed.

Sun-kissed blonde hair and clear pale skin made the dress multitudes of times more valuable. The pale flesh of her cleavage enchanted the viewer and the curves of her body cinched into a small waistline. Mirabelle had only added a mesh with lace and beads to her dress, but it made the dress feel more elegant than any other dress in the world.

The dress was not important. The wearer of this dress, however, was magnificent. As Mirabelle stared with fascination, Elena spoke softly.

"Is it weird?"

"Oh, no! It's so pretty, sister! It's the best!"

Mirabelle stretched out her arms and gave her two thumbs up. She meant it without a hint of sarcasm. In fact, it occurred to Elena that if Mirabelle hadn't mended the dress, Elena might've thought the original was perfectly acceptable. She gave a twirl in front of the mirror and admired her sister's creation.

"It's all thanks to the dress you made."

"Someone might misunderstand if they hear you, sister. I only fixed it up a little bit."

"No, I love it. This is Mirabelle's first work, so I will keep it in the future."

Mirabelle felt a sense of pride as she saw Elena enjoying her dress. Mirabelle didn't know if she had a some sort of talent, but seeing Elena enjoy it so much made her want to make more. Burning in her heart was the fresh discovery of a new talent.

Mirabelle's gaze suddenly fell on Elena's naked neck.

"Sister, do you have any necklaces? It would be nice to have something to draw the eye to the collarbone."

"I have a few, but I'm not sure if I have any that match,"

Elena said with an awkward smile. Mirabelle probably knew what was in Elena's jewelry box better than Elena did. She still only had a few jewels from their mother, and some she had bought for herself. Mirabelle felt sorry for Elena, who was always saving money even when they were not lacking.

'…Big sister, you can be a little more extravagant.'

Elena was such a lovely woman who could do with a few more adornments, but she would still be more beautiful than all young people at the tea party. Mirabelle smiled secretly to herself as she remembered Helen, whom she had only seen once before.


章 17: Ch. 17 Everyone Was Dazed (2)

Before long, the day of the tea party luncheon had arrived. As it was a charity event, Marchioness Marissa Holland kept it relatively simple instead of extravagant.

However, the ladies and gentlemen who attended the tea party were by no means common guests. As it should be. Marissa was a leading member of high society in the south, and though the event was only one small tea party, no one invited would have refused.

As the hour for the tea party approached, magnificent carriages began to flow into the Holland estate. None of those present treated the event casually and everyone was splendidly attired. High society was a small group, but it was still a battlefield.

Outdoor tables and chairs were arranged neatly under the shade of a spacious garden, within it a tree that the Hollands boasted was centuries old. The guests, one by one, began to flock here under the guidance of the attendants as Marissa greeted them.

"I've heard rumors about this tree. It's ancient, isn't it? That's incredible, My Lady."

"I'm flattered. I thought you couldn't attend today because you had a cold, but thank you for coming to see me."

"Not at all. My wife invited me to come with her and I couldn't turn it down."

Becoming a pillar of high society, where real power lay, was not a position that could only be gained by looking beautiful or having a high position. Of course, both conditions were necessary to some extent, but it was not a title anyone could have. Marissa was now well over forty, and while she was relatively attractive, she wasn't quite a stunning beauty. Marissa's main reason for dominating southern society was her dignity. Her excellent leadership and discernment what was right and wrong made her what she was today, and many ladies had begun to follow her. The conversation around the southern social elite flowed around her smoothly.

As the time drew near for the party, most of the people who arrived early were chatting away. Until then, Helen pretended to be looking around the garden and waited until almost everyone gathered. It was only after a sidelong glance did she determine it was time to move into the scene.

Helen, the only daughter of Marquis Selby, was one of the three most beautiful women in the region, with her dark blonde hair that flowed like honey and smooth, unblemished skin. She also had brown, cat-like eyes that matched her perfect heart-shaped lips. It was her signature trademark, and when she wore red lipstick she would kiss a tissue to create a picturesque heart shape. Her dress had been a priority job for this party, a deep green that matched the color of the garden. The unique color dress and the design was so ingenious it would capture the eye of anyone.

Helen made sure she arrived later than the others and was naturally in the center of attention. Like the phrase, "The main character always appears at the end," the eyes that focused on her were the ones she had waited for.

As expected, some of the young people gathered began to whisper and point to Helen. She couldn't hear what they said but she could imagine their awe.

Where did she get that dress? Is this my first time seeing that kind of gem? All it was sure to be words of praise for her. Helen could easily read the familiar envy on their faces. Walking her way through the crowd Helen approached Marissa.

"Thank you for your invitation. The garden is as beautiful as your elegant figure."

She thickly poured out excessive praise. Every action was carefully calculated. As Helen had planned, Marissa spoke to her in a gentle voice.

"Thank you for your words. You are always beautiful, but today you are glowing."

"Oh, I don't know what to say."

Helen blushed shyly. She seemed so humble on the surface in the eyes of the other ladies. She had a good pedigree as the daughter of Marquis Selby, and he had a beautiful appearance. Along with her polite personality, Helen was the ideal aristocrat. Helen smiled like the main character in a story as she basked in everyone's attention.

Tpp, tpp–

Steady footsteps were making their way towards them. Helen, who felt she had accomplished the goal, was elated and indifferent to anything else.

However, she soon realized that the eyes that were looking at her were moving somewhere else. Helen turned her head in the direction the crowd was staring at.

"…Ah."

Her mouth opened without her even realizing it. There were two beautiful young women walking into the garden, their pure golden hair flowing in the gentle breeze. One was a tall adult woman and the other was still a girl. Both attracted attention with their beauty, but most of it fell on the older woman. Long blonde hair, skin like freshly fallen snow, and jeweled red eyes. There were no ornaments on her slim, long neckline, and the white and green dress seemed tacky to Helen. In short, everything was well past fashion. The problem was…

Everyone was dazed. Just like the compliment Marissa gave Helen, Elena seemed to glow herself. Helen knew very well who suddenly appeared. A woman who always brought attention to herself in a moment like this.

It was Elena, the eldest daughter of House Blaise.

Helen's eyes turned towards Mirabelle, who was affectionately holding hands with her older sister. Though Helen didn't remember her face well, she could recognize her without too much effort. Mirabelle didn't have the same intense gaze as Elena's scarlet eyes, but anyone could tell she was her sister with her blonde hair and facial features.

After being momentarily distracted by the two sisters, Helen hurriedly came to herself and looked around. Everyone was looking at them with an awestruck expression.

Helen clenched her fists. Her manicured nails pierced the palm of her hand, but she did not feel the pain. Helen's eyes began to blaze fiercely as she glowered at Elena.

'…I was robbed again.'

It had always been this way. When Elena appeared, Helen was outshined like a firefly in front of the sun. It was all the more comparable because they both had blond hair. Elena's hair was as bright and as golden as if it was bathed in sunshine, while Helen's hair was as duller and closer to a light brown.

She felt the urge to take a hot cup of tea and throw it in Elena's face. She would destroy her somehow. She would do anything to get rid of her completely.


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