Countess Youngae’s Money-Sweeping Makeup Shop - Chapter 19

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19

“The yeongae is Sillia Ebennain Yeongae?”

“Yes. But, why?”

“Impersonation….”

“It’s not impersonation, it’s not magic, I can’t use magic, it’s not stalking, this is my hair, these eyes are mine too, I’m the yeongae who received the raisin pouch from Young Master on the ball day.”

Blah blah blah.

The answer flowed out naturally.

Should I thank Kiel and Felix for this?

Thanks to that, Ricardo, who had closed his mouth, hesitantly let go of my wrist.

Haha. He just lacks observational skills.

Hey, shouldn’t you notice something like this?

If I brought cherry color and sweet cherry color later and asked which one looked prettier, he’d probably say ‘Aren’t they the same thing?’

What’s a guy who did cosmetics business doing acting like this.

Did that ‘Berry’ person give him rote education?

While I was thinking that, the young man in front of me was still standing there blankly, seemingly trying to understand the situation.

Well, this wasn’t bad in its own way since it seemed like I’d made a proper first impression today.

As if it was natural, I pushed the basket over with my arm and patted Ricardo’s shoulder.

“Everyone can’t recognize me, so don’t worry. It happens. Should we go to a room and talk? We can’t keep blocking the entrance here.”

“…What? Ah, yes. I’m sorry. I kept a guest standing. Please follow me. I’ll guide you to the reception room.”

When Ricardo, who had been dazed, came to his senses, he began moving through the manor familiarly like a fully charged robot vacuum.

One problem was that he moved really familiarly and quickly.

I had tried to walk leisurely with relief, but before I knew it, I could barely keep up with Ricardo’s afterimage.

I followed Ricardo a little, a lot, extremely urgently.

Hey, consider my stride length!

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“Huff, gasp, gasp….”

“Huh? Yeongae, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong, gasp, huff, you ask, before asking, past, huff, slow down.”

“Past? I don’t recall doing anything particularly wrong.”

Every curse word flashed through my mind.

Ricardo, who had noticed actions I missed, was acting like this, so I really felt my blood boiling.

At the end, I thought we were doing track and field, seriously.

Etiquette and everything else aside, I needed to rest right now.

I wanted to lie spread-eagle on the floor, but I didn’t think a noble should do that.

I forced my heavy feet to take two or three more steps and threw myself onto the sofa.

Sillia’s body seemed to have less stamina and muscle than my original body, so just walking and running a bit fast made my lungs feel like they were dying.

Even deep breathing was useless, so I had no choice but to tilt my head back, squeeze my eyes shut, and wait for my body to calm down.

I felt a gaze from somewhere.

The kind that looked down from above.

I gently opened my eyes.

Then my eyes met golden pupils through the mask.

It was so hot and difficult that sweat seemed to be flowing from my forehead toward my chin.

Isn’t my makeup smudging?

Since it’s powder and stuff, it might get wiped off.

Should I have just not run and asked someone after losing him?

No, if I heard ‘I don’t believe you’ then, there’d be no ending more miserable than that.

I stared blankly at Ricardo while having these various worthless thoughts.

So when my breathing calmed down to some extent, I smiled like an idiot without realizing it.

Like a habitual smile that follows after exercise.

I didn’t particularly feel refreshed or happy.

I squirmed my body that had been leaning against the sofa.

And then I jumped up! and placed the basket and pile of papers on the table with a thud.

“I was rude for being exhausted. I was surprised you called me suddenly.”

Ricardo answered in a calm voice without a trace of confusion, having apparently cleared his head somewhat while I was gasping for breath from exhaustion.

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

“….”

“….”

“Yeongae.”

“Yes?”

“….”

“….”

“That thing.”

“Which thing? Why?”

“….”

“…Ugh, come on! Try talking to the end like at the ball!”

“I always talk like this.”

“Ugh, seriously.”

I’m going to die of frustration at this rate.

Haaa, I let out a long sigh and then thump!

I stood up, hitting the table with both hands.

I pointed at Ricardo with my index finger.

“Now, your business!”

“Yes?”

“Your business! Should I guess? ‘Want to do makeup business with me?'”

“Makeup, what?”

“I thought so, so I prepared this, ta-da! Makeup business plan!”

As soon as I finished speaking, I handed the pile of papers to Ricardo, then took out several small glass bottles from the basket.

Similar but subtly different colored ones for skin expression, and ointment foundation matched for color correcting!

I made and brought everything that seemed necessary.

Thanks to that, I had some trouble beautifully covering my dark circles this morning. Hehehe.

The golden eyes inside the black mask appeared and disappeared repeatedly.

An awkwardly long silence fell over the room.

Huh. Wasn’t this it?

When that thought occurred to me, cold sweat trickled down my back.

My gaze rolled around.

Since Ricardo wasn’t turning a single page, my heart pounded and heat rose to my face.

I hoped this was a situation where he forgot to speak because I presented too well.

Please don’t let this be a state where I got excited alone and rambled on my own.

When the shame rose to my head, I squeezed my eyes shut.

Rustle, rustle.

I was thinking I should pack up the cosmetics in the basket and run away when I heard the sound of papers being turned in front of me.

I paused and carefully lifted my eyelids.

Ricardo was reading.

He was reading my business plan, page by page.

Seeing that made my heart beat rapidly with anticipation and fear.

I think I was more nervous than when showing my work to professors.

Like that, 1 minute, 2 minutes, 5 minutes, 10 minutes….

Silence lingered in the reception room for a long time.

I fidgeted with my fingers, then worried it might look bad and put my hands under my thighs.

Then thinking this might be impolite, I sat up straight like during an interview and waited with my fists clenched tight.

“Ebennain Yeongae.”

“…Yes.”

“Mikeup? What is that?”

“Makeup, cosmetics.”

“Cosmetics.”

Hearing his serious voice, I answered stiffly like a robot without thinking.

But Ricardo didn’t seem to mind much and continued reading the paper.

Thud.

The paper was placed back on the table.

His gaze swept across the table and fixed on one glass bottle.

“What is that?”

“It’s ointment foundation. It definitely has stronger staying power than powder.”

“Hmm.”

Ricardo only looked at my ointment foundation, not taking it to open or touch it.

I didn’t think he would immediately grab my hand and jump around begging me to work together.

But I didn’t expect him to show such a completely uninterested reaction.

Whoosh, I took a breath.

I still had one last resort.

More precisely, it was the step I had originally planned to take.

“Would you like to try using it?”

It was a test.

Why do cosmetic shops have samples?

They’re there to let you test the color and performance to entice you.

Just as I was preparing for the test…

“That’s enough.”

“Pardon?”

“I don’t like makeup. Please do this business with someone else.”

What kind of bolt from the blue was this?

I could feel my eyes widening.

Before I could think, my body moved first.

Grab!

My hand instinctively seized one of Ricardo’s hands.

“Scars!”

“…Pardon?”

“Scars, I’ll cover them for you. With makeup!”

“I don’t want to become a white monster.”

“A white monster?”

“Makeup. What do you call it when faces are all painted stark white? If you see them on a dark road, they’re no different from white monsters.”

“Ah. I hate that too.”

“You hate it? But then how can you do makeup…”

“I’m wearing makeup right now though?”

“What?”

“I also prefer natural beauty with point touches rather than that kind of white makeup. The powder gets all over your body!”

“Is that, so.”

“So, would you like to test it? I’m not sure if I can cover it completely, but at least it won’t be obviously noticeable. Masks are stuffy, aren’t they?”

Ricardo fell silent.

Since he didn’t seem to be refusing, I took out the things I had prepared from my basket.

A sterilized brush good for use as a concealer brush, small bottles containing lemon water and diluted alcohol, and even a handkerchief.

Preparations were complete, and I rolled up my sleeves.

“Shall we start? If it’s okay with you, please remove your mask. I’m not forcing you, so if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”

I spoke coolly, but I really hoped he would do it.

I need you, potential cosmetics department store!

Ricardo met my eyes and then lowered his head slightly.

After a short while, he finally bowed his head and removed the black wolf mask that had been covering his face.

“Wow.”

The expression “light radiating from his face” was accurate.

His appearance was on a completely different level from the male celebrities I had seen in shops while passing by.

What do you call this? A beauty? A handsome man?

No, such words couldn’t express it.

He was simply beauty itself. Beauty incarnate.

Sillia is beautiful too, but Ricardo is just… wow. Whoa. Amazing.

It was a face that made you forget human language.

The thought that came to me as soon as I saw Ricardo’s face was

‘You wearing that mask, are the scars just an excuse?’

That’s what it was.

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