Chapter 200
During this time, Violet didn’t pick up a brush or pencil.
It seemed what she thought was fine was actually not, and she needed time to recover from the mental shock.
But her days weren’t all easy-going and full of good news.
“I heard something, Milady. It’s, um, about Miss Aileen. She’s making appearances at every party. Even though the Prince of Liran isn’t officially attending those social events.”
Mary, ever-informed, had gleaned some information from somewhere. It seemed she had learned a lot from her new friends after she had started to take cosmetology classes in earnest.
And as she was in such close proximity to high society, it was inevitable that she would hear such rumors.
“People are saying all sorts of things. Some dislike her, others don’t. Oh, and there were lots of comments about how shabby and pitiable she looks, even as an esteemed daughter of the Everett Duchy. Do you know what I thought when I heard that, Milady?”
“You must have felt conflicted.”
Marie’s feelings were easy to guess.
The rumor that Violet, the Ducal Lady of Everett, was harassing Aileen was widespread.
The more pitiful Aileen appeared, the more blame Violet would receive, and this put Mary, who was Violet’s attendant and House Everett’s employee, in an awkward position.
Violet patted Mary’s head while she applied oil to her lady’s hair.
The lessons seemed to be paying off. Her touch was as skilled as a professional’s.
“Obviously, they know that I serve you, Milady, yet it’s annoying how they still say such things around me. Good grief. Lady Aileen must be doing it on purpose—to tarnish Milady’s reputation. Really, I can’t understand her.”
In any case, public opinion about Aileen was divided.
Half of them sympathized with her, while the other half criticized her.
Violet clicked her tongue. All that girl did was go around parties and made her presence known, yet here they were.
Still though. After having declared that she would not marry, Violet was unaffected by such matters.
So, she decided to ignore it. It was the prevailing choice.
* * *
The only thing that bothered Violet now, with Aileen out of the picture, was about painting.
Specifically, about the preparations for an exhibition.
Truth be told, Violet was still skeptical about presenting her paintings.
She wanted her art to be seen yet, at the same time, she didn’t. She wanted to be praised but not judged.
It was contradictory. So, while she hesitated, Roen actively pushed forward with the preparations.
“I’ve found a nice venue. It’s under construction right now.”
He recently purchased a prime location in a bustling area and promptly turned it into an exhibition hall.
Luckily, it wasn’t too large a scale.
Seeing Violet’s lukewarm response, Roen asked.
“You don’t like it?”
“No, it’s fine.”
“You don’t seem too pleased.”
“...I’m tired, that’s all.”
Truthfully, she wasn’t happy about it. Violet considered herself quite vulnerable, really. She feared she might crumble under detailed criticism.
Thus, if she were to have an exhibition, she wanted it in a small, secluded place. Somewhere not well-known, where the event would just be small and quiet.
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