Chapter 96

Chapter 96

It shouldnt have ended like that, but it did. Countess Elva and Lianne remained silent throughout the carriage ride back. Lianne tried to strike a conversation a few times, but when the countess silence persisted, the girl just shut herself up. Its good enough that she wasnt told to sleep during the ride.

How was it, Milady?

Haa.

She felt dirty. Finally able to let out a sigh, Carynne let out a deep one.

Donna helped Carynne change out of her clothes. Women naturally couldnt eat much while wearing corsets, especially in social gatherings. The act of eating during a social function was a mere tool to occupy ones mouth while youre on a break from complimenting the host.

But today, Carynne ate too much. And it was because of Crown Prince Gueuze. He continued to force her to eat while he had fun watching her. That man had nasty preferences that Carynne would never be able to understand.

Haaa

As the corset was being loosened, her stiff body was freed little by little. However, she still didnt feel comfortable. Her back and her stomach both hurt to the extent that it felt like they were being pressed down.

I think I have indigestion. I feel so bloated.

Should I fetch you some digestive medicine? Donna asked anxiously.

Yes. Please.

At Carynnes reply, Donna went out. Carynne plopped down on the sofa, cradling her forehead with one hand. She chucked off her shoes and flung them away.

As she lay down, portraits of numerous women hanging on the wall were all looking down at Carynne. Of course, this was only in her imagination. Portraits were just thatportraits.

She laid back and stared at her predecessors. Their eyes were all downturned, staring back at Carynne as well. Did they all meet someone and had an ending where they fell in love?

At the end of the line was her mother, Catherine.

You luckily managed to snag such a man and lived happily ever after. Ah, well, I dont know about happily ever after, but anyway. Tell me though, why didnt you take care of me. What kind of attitude did you even

Amongst the women in front of her, Carynne stared intently at the face of Catherine, her mother. She was her predecessor. Her mother. Perhaps simply Carynne s mother. (Even still, Carynne imagines that shes from outside the book.)

Why did you leave just like that?

Carynne found it difficult to think that Catherine left no records. Why didnt she leave anything behind, something that was maybe more detailed? It was so ambiguous to be given just the hint of love, but even that had been an erased memory. No, perhaps not. Perhaps her memories hadnt been erased. Perhaps

No, it cant be. Carynne rubbed her eyes. She was so tired that she was falling deep into her own thoughts like this again. Its no use. Theres a lot of other problems she must face.

Fall in love.

To the extent that it can be acknowledged.

Carynne, of course, chose Raymond. Because there wasnt another man she had been as acquainted with as him. His face was fine, he had some money to his name, he didnt gamble, and there was no other woman for him.

Although he was behaving quite double-faced in this life, it was only natural for him to do so because, well, considering what she had done so far, he was suspecting Carynne.

The content of the invitation was simple. There were instructions about the time, the place, and for her to wear the gifts sent along with the letter. The message was simple, but the meaning behind those words was not.

Crown Prince Gueuze sent a pink dress and a necklace. Seeing those made her mood foul.

Clothes, huh.

It was a finished garment. This in itself was not a polite gesture. Anyone who was considerate towards a lady wouldnt give clothes as a gift. It was difficult to get measurements exactly right, and theres no gift more embarrassing than ill-fitting clothes.

It would have been more appropriate to send cloth, and if you were truly being thoughtful towards the other person, youd send a talented tailor as well.

However, Crown Prince Gueuze sent a finished garment. As if it was her who should fit into those clothes.

Its made entirely of silk It looks quite expensive.

I must be, yes.

And it was out of fashion. A light pink dress for a lady with red hair? That middle-aged mans fashion sense was terrible. This dress design would have been popular twenty years ago, but hes expecting her to go out in this? Its so obvious that she would just be a laughingstock.

She took a deep breath. If she was Isella, what would she do? She might say, I'd rather die than wear that thing! Carynne could almost hear the high-pitched ringing of her voice.

Its fine Yeah Its not like Ill die

Still, it kinda looks ppretty?

When Donna tried to praise the dress without so much of a hint of confidence, it didnt comfort Carynne at all. Donna had already gotten used to Carynnes luxurious clothes these days, so her standards were high enough that Donna herself wouldnt dare wear it.

Besides that, the maid had a look in her eyes that said, That outfit looks like a grandmothers, seriously. However, when she saw Carynnes grim expression, she quickly changed the topic.

But how about this necklace?

Carynne lifted the necklace that the crown prince had sent along with the invitation. The dress was certainly made with grandiose cloth, but the brightness of the dress was nothing compared to the necklace. The dress was the accessory to the necklace instead of the other way around.

The real present was this necklace. This was what the crown prince intended to send.

What do you think? Carynne asked.

It looks very expensive.

Right? It must be.

The design was fine. Jewelry designs went out of fashion at a slower pace than clothes. This necklace wasnt exactly trendy. That term couldnt really be applied to the necklace, since for anything to be trendy, it had to be something that anyone could get their hands on easily. Unlike any other accessories, this necklace couldnt be like that even after a long time.

If my mother received this before, I dont think wed have owed anything to Mister Verdic.

To that extent?

Yeah.