I’ll Be the Heroine’s Competent Divorce Partner - Chapter 97

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Chapter 97

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Click.

The back door of Bella’s dress shop opened.

Through that door, which only authorized personnel could use, a lady with pink hair appeared.

It was Elodie in outdoor attire.

It seemed she had just returned from meeting someone.

“You’re back, miss?”

Isabel, who had been looking at the clothing hung on a mannequin, turned around.

She spoke in a warm voice.

“Where did you go?”

“Ah, I had some business to attend to.”

Elodie smiled brightly with her eyes.

“It’s not confirmed yet… I’ll tell you once things are sorted out.”

“Yes, alright.”

Isabel shrugged her shoulders and turned her gaze away.

Her deep green eyes looked once again at the clothing hanging before her.

Elodie approached Isabel with light steps.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Hmm, well.”

Isabel gently caressed the clothes the mannequin was wearing.

A voice filled with emotion flowed out.

“…I never thought the day would come when I’d actually wear this outfit.”

Ever since that day when Elodie had asked her ‘Do you want to get divorced?’

Isabel had been dreaming of the day she would stand in divorce court, taking time here and there to personally design the clothes she would wear.

Based on that design, Elodie had added various pieces of advice.

And the seamstresses at Bella’s dress shop had made it with great care, stitch by stitch.

‘Now… I can really escape from Laventess.’

The dream she had buried in her heart for so long.

Now it was time to begin the great challenge to grasp that dream.

Elodie nodded lightly and looked at Isabel.

“There’s not much time left now.”

Those honest eyes that always believed in and supported Isabel.

When facing those blue eyes, she felt that everything would truly work out well.

Isabel smiled slightly and firmly grasped Elodie’s hand.

“Thank you so much.”

At those words of gratitude, Elodie also clasped Isabel’s hand in return.

Then she smiled brightly with her eyes, following Isabel’s lead.

“Don’t mention it. We’re friends with the same goal, aren’t we?”

“…Friends.”

Isabel, who had been savoring that word in her mouth, smiled broadly.

“That’s right, friends.”

It would be a lie to say there was no tension or fear.

But.

‘I’m looking forward to tomorrow.’

There was also hope that she could move toward a better future.

‘No, it will definitely be alright.’

As long as these clasped hands continued to be together.

Her heart beat pleasantly with excitement.

The two women looked into each other’s eyes once more and smiled side by side.

It was a bright smile like summer sunlight.

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Finally, the day of the divorce trial between Duke and Duchess Laventess had arrived.

Since it was a trial receiving intense attention, reporters had gathered like clouds from the courthouse entrance.

The unfortunate duchess who couldn’t tolerate her husband’s infidelity and had no choice but to file for divorce.

How was Isabel feeling right now?

Would she be sad? Despairing? Or perhaps angry?

“Hey, I heard the gallery seats are completely full too?”

While waiting for Isabel like this.

Unable to overcome boredom, one reporter struck up a conversation with the reporter next to him.

The other reporter looked disgusted.

“Ugh, don’t even mention it. I took a quick look earlier and it was no joke.”

“That many people?”

“There’s no room to even step. The place is packed with reporters too.”

Considering other trials where the gallery seats were usually empty, it was clear how much attention this trial was receiving.

Just then.

A carriage could be seen approaching from the distance.

The reporters who had been chatting tensed up.

And.

“Huh? That carriage is?”

One of the reporters widened his eyes.

The carriage bore the swan emblem of Count Delaney’s House.

That itself revealed that Isabel would no longer be subordinate to the Laventess Ducal House.

Confirming this, the reporters lit up with excitement and rushed forward in a crowd.

“Duchess Laventess! Please give us a word!”

“How do you feel about proceeding with this divorce petition!”

At the same time, the carriage door opened smoothly.

The noisy reporters suddenly became quiet.

“……”

“……”

This was because Isabel’s attire as she stepped out of the carriage was quite different from that of typical ladies.

The reporters blinked their eyes in bewilderment.

“That outfit is…”

“It’s not a typical dress, is it?”

Isabel, who had stepped down from the carriage with graceful movements, straightened her back.

As she smiled faintly toward the reporters, there was no trace of dejection in her appearance.

An atmosphere completely different from what society had been gossiping about regarding the tragic duchess.

Among them, a quick-witted reporter raised his voice.

“Men’s clothing?!”

That was right.

The flowing dress of a noblewoman was nowhere to be seen.

The current Isabel was wearing a jacket reminiscent of men’s formal wear and a straight-cut skirt suit.

Her brilliant blonde hair was neatly pinned up so no loose strands would fall, and she wore a stylish hat on top.

The shoes she was wearing were also unique.

“Those shoes have almost no heels?”

The high-heeled shoes that ladies usually wore.

They weren’t the kind of shoes that lifted the heels dizzyingly high, making a woman’s silhouette appear more feminine.

The shoes Isabel was wearing were low-heeled shoes reminiscent of men’s shoes.

‘Miss’s advice was right after all.’

Facing the reporters who were staring at her as if mesmerized, Isabel thought.

‘You’re planning to live as Count Delainey now, not as the Duchess of Laventess anymore.’

The past that now felt distant.

The day she had just decided on divorce and was designing an outfit solely for herself for the first time.

Elodie’s words from that day echoed in her ears.

‘So rather than showing the typical appearance of a lady, I think it would be better to look like the head of a family.’

‘You mean……’

‘Why should only family heads wear formal suits?’

……That’s right?

Formal suits wouldn’t be exclusively for men only, would they?

At the unexpected question, Isabel looked as if she had been struck on the head.

Elodie’s eyes sparkled as she concluded.

‘Let’s wear those formal suits together too.’

Now in the past world that Elodie could never return to.

Just as the founder of a certain luxury brand had gotten ideas from men’s clothing and created comfortable women’s wear.

They could do it too.

Isabel, who had been lost in reminiscence for a moment, lifted her chin slightly.

“I understand that many of you are interested in my divorce trial today.”

In her leisurely manner of looking around, there was no trace of the depression and resignation that usually followed her like a shadow.

“I believe I can fully share my current feelings at a later time. However, I think I can tell you about my mindset going into this trial.”

Toward the reporters who were listening intently to Isabel’s words alone.

Isabel continued calmly.

“When the trial finally ends and I walk out of that courtroom……”

She confidently curved her eyes.

“I will be called Count Delainey.”

The Delainey countship that had been vacant until now.

The rightful heir of Delainey boldly declared that she would now return to that position.

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Inside the courtroom.

Constant murmuring flowed from the gallery seats that were packed without a single empty space.

“Who do you think will win today’s lawsuit?”

“Well, I’m not sure yet.”

“Don’t you think the Duchess of Laventess has a slight advantage? Especially with the harvest festival incident and all.”

Some cautiously predicted Isabel’s victory,

“But her opponent is the Duke. There’s such a thing as family tradition, so would the Duke really let the Duchess go?”

Others couldn’t hide their skeptical expressions, citing the characteristically patriarchal atmosphere of the Laventess Ducal House as their reason.

Just then.

“My goodness, it’s the Duchess of Laventess!”

Someone exclaimed.

Everyone couldn’t resist their curiosity and craned their necks to observe Isabel.

At the same time, the spectators began buzzing like a swarm of bees.

“Wait, those clothes……”

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