About Becoming My Ex-Husband's Mistress - Chapter 52

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Chapter 52. Perfection Achieved
Baroness Meldear’s voice rose sharply, as though utterly exasperated.
“What kind of work is this? If this is all you can do, why would I come here instead of having my maids handle it at home? Are you ignoring me?”
“Not at all, Madam. Please forgive us.”
Margaret bowed her head respectfully and responded with composure.
“Priscilla is a skilled designer whom Madame Laber personally invited here.”
At those words, Baroness Meldear’s furrowed brow relaxed slightly.
“…Madame Laber herself?”
“Yes. Though she hasn’t been here long, Irina—whom you requested—and Misha, who transferred from the Eleonora Salon, are assisting Priscilla.”
Baroness Meldear glanced at me briefly.
“Irina isn’t the lead but an assistant designer? How is that possible? Irina was specially brought here from the Eleonora Salon, wasn’t she?”
Margaret’s lips curved into a subtle smile.
After a moment of hesitation, Baroness Meldear continued.
“And Misha—isn’t she that designer? The new one with exceptional talent who’s become quite popular, and recently took on Countess Bilsty…?”
“That’s correct.”
“I heard she quit—so she came here instead? And she’s also an assistant designer, not the lead?”
“Teacher, I’ve brought the materials you mentioned…”
Just then, Misha entered abruptly, spotted the Baroness, and quickly lowered her head.
“It’s an honor to meet you, Baroness Meldear. I’m Misha, assisting with your styling today.”
Baroness Meldear’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“You’re really just assisting? Yet you call her ‘teacher’?”
At that reaction, Margaret broke into a warm smile.
“Yes. So why not entrust yourself to her care? She’s been working here less than a month, yet those who’ve experienced her work are already booking return appointments. Priscilla is the finest talent our salon has to offer.”
Baroness Meldear’s gaze turned back to me.
I smiled brightly and gestured toward the chair where she would sit.
“If you’ll give me the opportunity, I’ll do my very best.”
After glancing at me, Misha, and Margaret in turn, Baroness Meldear cleared her throat once.
“Well then, let me see what you can do. You know I came for makeup and hair coloring today, right?”
I’d already reviewed her appointment details. She wanted to change her hair color to blonde.
However, in this world, while they knew how to dye hair, they didn’t know how to bleach it. Despite having sufficient materials for the process.
As a result, Baroness Meldear’s previous hair coloring attempts had been rather unsuccessful.
Her naturally deep green hair had become streaked with an uneven yellow tint.
“You mentioned wanting to change to blonde, correct?”
She sat in the chair, running her fingers through her hair.
“Yes. I know my hair color is too dark for it to work as I’d like. But do your best anyway.”
At that, Margaret winked and stepped outside.
At last, I could begin my work.
I loosened Baroness Meldear’s upswept hair as I spoke.
“Misha, set those materials you brought over there.”
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“All done.”
The pallid complexion of Baroness Meldear bloomed with vitality. Her greenish hair had transformed into perfect golden locks, elegant and refined.
Baroness Meldear stared at her reflection in the mirror, her mouth agape, unable to speak for a long moment.
“Do you like it?”
Only then did her lips stammer into motion.
“Good heavens, how… how is this possible? Hair coloring could turn out this… this flawlessly?”
The Baroness kept her eyes wide, continuously examining her makeup and hairstyle in the mirror. The atmosphere was completely transformed from the furious woman of just hours before.
After gazing at her reflection for quite some time, Baroness Meldear broke into a radiant smile like a flower in full bloom.
“The more I look, the more I adore it. There was a reason she became the lead designer upon arrival. Her skill is truly exceptional. Hehe. With such talent, she could even compete in the Royal Elegance Contest, couldn’t she?”
The face of an utterly satisfied customer.
Fulfillment and joy naturally brought a smile to my face.
“Thank you for your kind words.”
“I heard you do house calls if your schedule permits, and Priscilla is no exception, yes? I’ll naturally pay handsomely for it.”
“Of course.”
“Then would you come to my Mansion the day after tomorrow to help me prepare? I’m hosting a tea time that day, and I’ve invited so many guests that I couldn’t come here myself. I was hoping you could come.”
Her voice was soft and pleading.
Everything was proceeding according to my plan.
“I’m honored by the invitation. I would be delighted to help. However, I need to check if my schedule is available.”
“I understand. That’s why I was about to ask you to call your staff to confirm right away.”
I pulled the bell cord.
Margaret, holding the ledger, hurried over. The rest was Margaret’s responsibility to handle.
After checking the ledger in response to Baroness Meldear’s request, Margaret bowed her head.
“Baroness Meldear, Priscilla has a prior appointment that day. Would another designer be acceptable?”
“Oh my, but I specifically want Priscilla. Can’t you cancel the person who booked first? It should be fine, shouldn’t it?”
“Normally it would be, but Countess Dora made that reservation.”
I hadn’t met Countess Dora yet, but she was a client who had booked through strong recommendations from other noblewomen.
Moreover, her influence in society was considerable—few noblewomen would dare antagonize her.
“Oh dear, why did she have to book that day of all days…”
The Baroness furrowed her brow and sighed.
“I suppose there’s no help for it. Send another designer that day instead.”
Baroness Meldear looked at me with genuine regret.
“But would Priscilla recommend someone trustworthy?”
I offered a gentle smile.
“Yes, I will.”
Baroness Meldear examined her reflection in the mirror from various angles while humming contentedly.
“I’ve been thinking—wouldn’t it be better to become closer with Priscilla if I want to continue receiving this kind of service?”
She clapped her hands together as if a brilliant idea had struck her.
“Though we’ve only just met today, I do want to maintain a good relationship with you. So, how about five days from now? Would that work?”
Two days before the Royal Elegance Contest.
Margaret answered the additional booking inquiry.
“I have another appointment that day. Would it be possible to assign a different designer?”
Baroness Meldear’s lips pouted.
“My, who could that be?”
Margaret fell silent for a moment.
I found her hesitation rather satisfying. Margaret was following my instructions perfectly.
Then Baroness Meldear’s lips curved into a sly smile.
“Why won’t you tell me? Madame Laber was hoping to gain a good reputation at the Royal Elegance Contest, wasn’t she? I could certainly be of help.”
This woman was clearly not one to be easily dismissed.
Unable to resist, Margaret opened her mouth.
“She is the maid of Count Mensol’s household.”
Baroness Meldear’s lips rose in a smile.
“Ha, the world has certainly changed these days, hasn’t it? If you have money, you can use anything—even a maid booking salon services.”
Margaret lowered her voice.
“She is someone the Count has specially….”
“What? Then she’s his mistress?”
Baroness Meldear tilted her head to one side.
“No, Count Mensol hasn’t married yet, so… could she become his wife? In any case.”
She nodded without hesitation.
“Then cancel that. Tell her she’s scheduled to come to Baroness Meldear’s residence instead.”
Margaret’s eyes rolled for a moment. She appeared to be deliberating.
Then Baroness Meldear straightened her nose haughtily.
“What are you thinking about? This isn’t the first or second time the salon has dealt with such situations. Should I call Madame Laber out here?”
At those words, Margaret quickly bowed her head.
“No, ma’am. I will change the appointment as you’ve instructed.”
“Hmph, you should have done so from the start.”
Baroness Meldear, having snorted dismissively, blew me a kiss.
“Then, Priscilla, see you then?”
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The next day, I settled myself in the Laverre Theater Troupe’s practice room to select a model for the Royal Elegance Contest.
The model candidates that Madame Laber had preliminarily selected came out one by one, introduced themselves, and demonstrated their special talents.
While the Royal Elegance Contest featured many nobles as models, the candidate models from Laverre Salon were troupe members who had cultivated refined etiquette through their social experience.
“Hello. I am Olivia Heser, a singer with the troupe.”
Though I met several candidates, my gaze lingered on Olivia.
She possessed striking beauty, and above all, there was an exceptional elegance that emanated from her every movement.
“Would you tell me about yourself?”
At my request, Olivia began to share her story.

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