I Was Marked as the Grand Duke Male Lead’s Stepmother - Chapter 55

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Chapter 55

 

Emma captured every single one of Bronte’s techniques with eagle eyes, not missing a single detail of the entire process.

 

To make Marisselle the finest young lady at the remaining two days of banquets.

 

Bronte’s delicate touches continued one after another until the makeup was complete.

 

The makeup pursued a natural look that wasn’t overdone.

 

Her clear, clean skin was given more vitality, and her violet eyes were expressed deeply and mysteriously, creating an enchanting atmosphere.

 

She looked as fresh and lovely as a rose on a clear morning after rain.

 

Her full, dark, long eyelashes curved beautifully along her eyelids, captivating gazes enchantingly every time she blinked.

 

Her hair was loosely braided up to reveal her slender, white neckline, with a few strands naturally flowing down below her ears.

 

A pearl-decorated hairpin was placed in her elegantly arranged hair, with a white silk ribbon hanging long beneath it, adding elegance and cuteness.

 

The white silk dress that beautifully revealed her neck and shoulder line shimmered and gleamed as it swayed at her feet.

 

With every slight movement, the embroidery decorated with jewels added subtle splendor that enhanced her natural grace.

 

Bronte completed all the adornment by placing a diamond necklace around Marisselle’s neck.

 

With all the adornment finished, Marisselle had truly transformed into a perfect woman who possessed purity, cuteness, and maturity all at once.

 

Though many young ladies would come wearing white dresses as debutantes, Bronte was confident that Marisselle would undoubtedly be the one to receive all the attention among them.

 

And looking at Marisselle, who was charming and lovely even from another woman’s perspective, she thought:

 

‘My, my, His Grace the Grand Duke will need to be quite nervous today!’

 

“Now, my lady. Everything is finished. It’s time for you to look in the mirror.”

 

Bronte confidently led Marisselle to the mirror.

 

As soon as Emma saw Marisselle emerge from behind the curtain, she screamed.

 

“Kyaaah! My lady, what should I do! You’re so beautiful! Oh my, oh my, what should I do. What should I do. My heart is pounding so much.”

 

Emma couldn’t contain her excitement and covered her mouth with her hands, stamping her feet, not knowing what to do.

 

She had never seen anyone so pretty and beautiful in her life. And that person was the young lady she served. Emma was moved beyond joy, tears welling up in her eyes.

 

Marisselle was Emma’s pride and joy.

 

‘My, could she be any happier?’

 

Marisselle looked at Emma with loving eyes, her heart warming at seeing her more delighted than herself.

 

‘I really am quite pretty…’

 

Marisselle couldn’t help but admire herself as she looked at her reflection in the mirror from this angle and that.

 

Eyes, nose, mouth. Not a single feature was lacking, and everything harmonized so well with the dress that it had created a completely different person.

 

‘So this is why everyone talks about professionals, professionals…’

 

It was the moment she truly understood why people sought out Bronte first.

 

“…Madame Bronte? No, you should have made a person, but what do I do when you’ve made a goddess like this? You should have thought about when the magic wears off later. Won’t the shock be quite severe when I return to normal?”

 

Marisselle spoke with a seemingly serious but smiling expression.

 

“Oh my. My lady, really! You speak so amusingly. You were already beautiful, my lady. It’s just that you haven’t been dressing up much until now. I merely added a little to what was already there.”

 

Bronte playfully retorted and gave the credit back to Marisselle.

 

Looking again, she was still beautiful.

 

‘For now, I should be grateful to Morgan.’

 

If it weren’t for Morgan, she never could have dreamed of Team Bronte’s styling, dress, and jewelry.

 

This alone was undoubtedly the best day ever.

 

‘…I wonder how Morgan will react when he sees me? Will he say I’m pretty?’

 

Marisselle smiled softly, a little surprised that Morgan was the first person who came to her mind.

 

“My lady, I think you should start heading out now.”

 

“Oh, yes.”

 

It was indeed time.

 

Was Morgan finished? Usually men finish faster than women, so might he be waiting in front of the door?

 

Was it because it was a special day? This wasn’t the time to be leisurely lost in sentiment, but her heart kept fluttering and her thoughts kept flowing emotionally.

 

Marisselle lightly slapped her own face to pull herself together.

 

Emma and Bronte looked momentarily surprised. But Marisselle paid no mind and held out her hand.

 

“Emma. The fan!”

 

“Ah, yes. My lady.”

 

Emma quickly handed the fan to Marisselle with surprised and worried eyes.

 

“Let’s go, Emma.”

 

Just then, Bronte smiled with her eyes curved like a crescent moon as she spoke to Marisselle, who was about to leave through the door.

 

“Lady Marisselle? Today, you will undoubtedly be the most beautiful person there. I hope you have a wonderful time.”

 

“Thank you, Bronte. And everyone. I feel like this moment alone will make this an unforgettable day.”

 

Marisselle responded with a bright smile and stepped out the door.

 

But just as she was about to open the door, there was a knock.

 

When Emma gave Marisselle a meaningful look, Marisselle nodded. Then Emma carefully opened the door.

 

“I greet Your Grace the Grand Duke.”

 

Emma bowed her head in greeting and quickly stepped aside.

 

“…!”

 

Morgan froze the moment he saw Marisselle. Faced with a woman standing there with breathtaking beauty, all he could do was hold his breath in admiration.

 

Seeing Morgan looking at her as if enchanted, Marisselle’s face turned red.

 

Bronte and her staff watching from behind also smiled secretly to themselves at the sight of the innocent couple.

 

“Your Grace. You look very handsome today. That… slicked-back hair suits you well too.”

 

“Ah, ahem. Ahem. Th, thank you… You’re also… beautiful.”

 

Morgan, who had finally come to his senses, managed to get out just one word mixed with clearing his throat, but his face was burning and he felt strangely embarrassed, so he couldn’t look at Marisselle anymore and turned his head to the side.

 

Morgan was dressed in a neat black silk suit.

 

After all, the main character was Marisselle.

 

But his outfit strangely matched very well with Marisselle’s. As if they had coordinated together.

 

Inside he wore a white shirt matched with a black tie, and silver thread embroidery was placed along the lapels and edges of the suit, giving a point to what could have been a plain suit and making it look like a set with Marisselle’s.

 

His solid physique and long legs that couldn’t be hidden even by the suit, along with his handsome face, elevated the fashion to another level.

 

This was also the first time Marisselle had seen Morgan dressed up like this.

 

With his sculpture-like face and physique that anyone could see, he was a sight one would never tire of. He truly seemed like a creation molded directly by God that one could admire all day long.

 

Marisselle’s heart fluttered strangely at the sight of such a man unable to properly lift his face or even stammering when looking at her.

 

“Then… shall we depart now?”

 

“Ahem. Let’s do that.”

 

Marisselle placed her hand on his outstretched hand, left the Atrium, and stood in front of the carriage.

 

Before boarding the carriage, Marisselle stroked Emma’s head, who had come to see her off, and comforted her.

 

“Emma! Don’t be too disappointed.”

 

“The rules say I can’t enter, so there’s nothing we can do…”

 

When her long-awaited attendance as a lady’s maid fell through, Emma hid her disappointment and smiled at her mistress.

 

“Thank you Emma! Thanks to you, I think this will be the best day…”

 

As she whispered softly in Emma’s ear and smiled, Emma also smiled back and curved her eyes.

 

“Marisselle! Marisselle!”

 

Just as she was about to board the carriage, an urgent voice was heard.

 

The moment she heard it, she could immediately tell who the voice belonged to.

 

Marisselle lowered the foot she was about to lift into the carriage and turned around.

 

She could see Fleur running with all his might on his short legs, panting heavily.

 

“Oh my! Young master!”

 

Marisselle had deliberately greeted Fleur first the day before. Since she had to leave early the next morning, she didn’t want to wake Fleur from his sleep.

 

“Why did you wake up so early?”

 

Huff-huff-

 

He was so out of breath from running so hard.

 

“I, I wanted to say g, goodbye to Marisselle. Huff, and, I wanted to see huff, how pretty you looked all dressed up. Marisselle. Really! You’re pretty. The prettiest in the world!”

 

Without even catching his breath, Fleur looked at Marisselle and spoke urgently while his small chest heaved continuously. He looked so determined, as if he wouldn’t be able to say it for the rest of his life if he didn’t say it now.

 

“Oh my…! Young master. Thank you so much. You’re the first person to tell me I’m the prettiest in the world. Hng~ What should I do. I’m so moved I’m about to cry.”

 

Marisselle felt the child’s deep affection, making her nose tingle and tears well up in her eyes.

 

So Marisselle had to fan herself with her hand to keep her makeup from getting ruined.

 

“Really? Uncle didn’t say things like that to you?”

 

“Um… He did say I was beautiful.”

 

Marisselle spoke with a deliberately mischievous expression.

 

“Then that means I like Marisselle more than Uncle does. Hehe.”

 

Fleur smiled brightly, seeming pleased that there was something he was ahead of Uncle in.

 

“Have a good trip, Marisselle.”

 

“Yes. I will. I’ll come back and tell you interesting stories.”

 

Marisselle straightened her knees, which she had bent to match his height, and stood up.

 

And Fleur approached Morgan, gesturing for him to lower his waist. Morgan bent down at Fleur’s request.

 

“What’s the matter?”

 

Fleur didn’t answer Morgan’s question right away and glanced at Marisselle.

 

Then he immediately whispered in his ear.

 

“Dad! Take good care of Mother. Especially from the Crown Prince!”

 

It was a childlike yet bold statement that only the young duke of House of Yohaim could make.

 

The moment Morgan heard Fleur’s words, his mind went blank as if his brain had malfunctioned, and then his face began to turn red.

 

‘What on earth did the child say to make his face turn so red?’

 

Marisselle tilted her head as she watched him turn even redder than when he looked at her.

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