I Was Marked as the Grand Duke Male Lead’s Stepmother - Chapter 50

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Chapter 50

 

“Oh my! Lady Manua! Hello! It’s been such a long time, hasn’t it?”

 

Bronte greeted cheerfully as she swished her dress and entered the second-floor Atrium.

 

Since Marisselle’s room wasn’t suitable for trying on and fitting clothes, the room that had been used by Paisley, Morgan’s older sister, was selected as the dress fitting room.

 

“Welcome, Madame Bronte. Do you remember me? I only went to Madame Bronte’s Atelier once…”

 

“Oh my, of course. I saw Lady Manua back then and thought I absolutely must dress you up someday, and I’ve been looking forward to it so much. But you never showed your face after that, so I couldn’t. Now that longing is finally being fulfilled here. Ho ho ho.”

 

“Ah…”

 

Marisselle blushed with embarrassment.

 

Seeing such a Marisselle, Bronte’s eyes sparkled.

 

‘What am I going to do with this lovely young lady? Look forward to today! Ho ho ho’

 

“Madame Bronte? Please feel free to call me Marisselle.”

 

“Oh my! Then I’ll comfortably call you Miss Marisselle. And please feel free to call me just Bronte.”

 

“Alright, Bronte. So what should we start with?”

 

“First I need to take measurements, so shall we get down to just undergarments?”

 

“Sure, then.”

 

Marisselle undressed as instructed and let Bronte carefully take her measurements.

 

“There! Now I’ve taken all the measurements, shall we choose a dress?”

 

Bronte placed a heavy catalog on the table with a thud!

 

As she turned page after page, the designs were varied and all beautiful.

 

But Marisselle soon found herself breathless looking at the catalog. It seemed like choosing would take half a day.

 

“Bronte? Even at a glance, they all look wonderful and pretty to me… Could you recommend a few that would suit me, and I’ll choose one from those? I think that would be better.”

 

Marisselle handed the initiative over to Bronte.

 

While Bronte said it was a shame with her mouth, her eyes sparkled like someone who had gotten what they wanted.

 

“Then, this Bronte will show off her skills for Miss Marisselle. Ho ho ho.”

 

With that, she signaled to the attendants who had come with her.

 

Whether you could call it well-coordinated, their movements were orderly without any excess or commotion.

 

But Marisselle was astonished.

 

What they had selected and narrowed down seemed to be about twenty dresses.

 

Every single one looked beautiful, whether it was the colors, the fabric, or the design.

 

This was where Bronte’s personal desire to try every dress she wanted to see on Marisselle showed through.

 

Marisselle couldn’t bring herself to try on all twenty dresses.

 

After much back-and-forth negotiation and mutual compromise, they finally narrowed it down to ten dresses.

 

Marisselle was already exhausted just from this. She could only think about wanting it to end quickly.

 

The only way to end it quickly seemed to be cooperating with Bronte as much as possible.

 

Though Bronte noticed Marisselle’s inner thoughts, she pretended not to know and led Marisselle into the Fitting Room.

 

The first was a cream-colored dress. It was a very simple halter-neck style dress with a deep, rounded V-cut from the shoulder line to the back area.

 

“With hair done up prettily here, and since the dress is simple, one or two glamorous accessories as focal points would be perfect!”

 

Bronte quickly jotted down notes about shoes and accessories that would match this.

 

Then she left the room and stood in front of the stage where the mirror was visible.

 

“Oh my! Is this really me?”

 

She had simply fixed her hair and put on the dress.

 

The person reflected in the mirror looked so pretty and beautiful.

 

‘Amazing! To think I was this much of a beauty. Living a second life is worth it.’

 

Marisselle was naturally amazed looking at herself.

 

“Oh my! Nanny Marisselle, you’re so beautiful. What should I do? I want to call all the people working here right now.”

 

Bronte was very pleased with the maid Lis’s reaction.

 

‘Of course. Who do you think I am! But this level is still too early!’

 

Bronte gently turned Marisselle’s body.

 

Then the mirror revealed a dizzying back view that was both daring and elegant.

 

The fair, delicate nape with hair carelessly flowing down, the slightly prominent shoulder blades revealed below beautiful shoulders, and the smoothly flowing spine line that softly connected to the pelvis – the curves of the human body were breathtakingly seductive.

 

“Kyaaah! Oh my! What should I do! Nanny, you’re so! So beautiful. Even if you weren’t a man, anyone would fall for you. Kyaah! What should I do, what should I do!”

 

Lis covered her mouth and stamped her feet, unable to contain her excitement as she shouted.

 

Even though it was cut this deeply, how could her figure be this seductive without looking vulgar at all?

 

‘Wow. This is insane.’

 

Marisselle’s jaw dropped when she saw her reflection in the mirror.

 

But only Bronte remained calm, or rather, she looked dissatisfied as if something was lacking.

 

“Hmm. I’m just not feeling excited about this. Since it’s not our staff or team, we need a fresh perspective… Lady Marisselle? Do you happen to know any men in their twenties or thirties who have time right now?”

 

“What’s wrong? Is there some problem?”

 

Marisselle asked in confusion.

 

“I think I’ve lost my objectivity right now. You look too beautiful to me, so this won’t do. I need a fresh male perspective.”

 

“Oh. It’s fine. If you think it’s pretty, Bronte, isn’t that objective and fresh enough? I’m okay with anything. Really. Everything looks beautiful. Then let’s just go with this. I like this one.”

 

Marisselle hurriedly tried to dissuade Bronte, worried that it might take even longer.

 

“No way. You’re just saying you’ll do anything because you’re annoyed right now. This is a matter of my pride!”

 

Marisselle felt embarrassed at being caught in her true feelings, but Bronte was firm.

 

So Marisselle quickly racked her brain.

 

“Um. Then… Count Rino?”

 

“Count Rino?”

 

“Yes. Count Rino Witherin seems suitable, but would he have time? Lis? Could you go to Count Rino, explain the situation, and ask him for a favor?”

 

Marisselle thought that at this time, Rino was the only one who could spare this much time.

 

He was also the only person who didn’t find Morgan difficult to deal with, so it would be easiest to get him to make time.

 

“I’ll do it.”

 

Just as Lis was about to leave after receiving the request, an unexpected figure suddenly appeared.

 

Everyone in the Atrium turned their heads in unison toward the owner of the resonant voice.

 

There stood Morgan, properly dressed in a cravat and vest.

 

‘As expected.’

 

Everyone was surprised by such an unexpected guest, but only Bronte looked calm and composed, as if she had foreseen it.

 

“…Your Highness, what brings you here…?”

 

Marisselle asked in surprise without thinking.

 

But he couldn’t say anything.

 

He was simply staring at her blankly, mesmerized by Marisselle’s breathtaking beauty.

 

Having always seen her in everyday clothes that came up to her neck, she in a party dress was nothing short of a goddess.

 

“Beautiful, isn’t she? So much so that you can’t take your eyes off her. Everyone here feels the same way. Hohoho.”

 

Bronte smiled slyly at Morgan, who was staring in fascination.

 

Only then did Morgan startle back to his senses and turn his eyes to Bronte.

 

Then Bronte naturally performed a proper curtsy, lightly lifting her skirt with one hand, placing the other on her chest, and bending her knees.

 

“I greet Your Grace. I am Bronte, owner and head designer of Ludia Atelier.”

 

“Ahem. That’s enough greeting. It would be better to continue with what you were doing.”

 

Morgan quickly averted his gaze as if he had never been staring in fascination.

 

He naturally walked over to the long couch opposite the fitting platform and settled himself there.

 

“Begin.”

 

Then Marisselle spoke up.

 

“Your Highness? You must be busy… We’ve just started. It will take a lot of time…”

 

Marisselle found Morgan’s reaction just now quite embarrassing.

 

In some ways, having him watch felt burdensome.

 

So she planned to use his busy schedule as an excuse to send him away.

 

“Then I’ve arrived right on time. Madam, proceed quickly.”

 

Morgan brushed aside Marisselle’s words lightly, like clearing away useless debris.

 

‘Huh? Right on time? What does that mean? Don’t tell me he planned to watch from the beginning…?’

 

That was the only way Marisselle could interpret it.

 

‘No way… he’s so busy…’

 

“Ah! Yes, Your Highness. Then we’ll proceed quickly.”

 

Bronte, quick to read the situation, beamed as if Morgan’s request was exactly what she had hoped for, and pushed Marisselle into the Fitting Room.

 

As soon as Marisselle entered the Fitting Room, Morgan placed his hand on his forehead and muttered low enough for only himself to hear.

 

“Hah. She’s even prettier than I imagined.”

 

He thought he had done well to clear his entire afternoon schedule.

 

The thought that Rino might have seen this sight made his blood boil.

 

Every curve that formed her figure was nothing short of graceful and beautiful. Moreover, her silhouette from behind was breathtakingly alluring, enough to make one’s heart stop.

 

He absolutely could not let any other man’s eyes take in that sight.

 

Morgan resolved that he must, by all means, prevent her from wearing that particular dress from earlier.

 

Just then, the fitting room curtain was drawn back with a swoosh!

 

Marisselle appeared with a shy expression on her face.

 

Wearing a white silk dress that revealed her shoulders, she captivated the gaze like a fairy reborn as a human.

 

‘Ah, what am I supposed to do when she’s this beautiful…’

 

If he could manage it, he felt like using any means necessary to prevent Marisselle from attending the debutante ball.

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