Mad Rosetta - Chapter 39

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Mad Rosetta

 

Episode 39

 

The Villainess, Rose, and Ghost (5)

 

Now it was truly time to wrap things up, so I looked at the young ladies and spoke with a gentle smile.

 

“Then I’ll send invitations to all of you ladies, so if you’re not too busy, please do attend?”

 

“Ah. Of, of course….”

 

“Certainly, Princess.”

 

“Ah, I’m truly delighted. As you all know, I’ve been bedridden for so long…. I envied ladies like you who are so well-versed in fashion and hold regular gatherings. Please give me lots of advice from now on.”

 

In other words, flattering the other party while evoking sympathy.

 

The young ladies seemed more than half won over by my appearance of lamenting how frail I was and how I had no friends.

 

‘Right? Now that you see me directly, I seem quite sane compared to what Odette spread around, don’t I?’

 

Was there a big gap between the Benitra scoundrel they’d heard about through rumors and my actual appearance?

 

“Your, Your Highness’s dress is also very beautiful! Is it a new product from this spring?”

 

One young lady even offered praise.

 

“Oh, that’s right. I was actually surprised because it’s such a rare design. Is it perhaps a Chaitla product?”

 

…Miss Etienne. I’ll do my best for you.

 

It was a golden opportunity to imprint her atelier on the young ladies’ minds.

 

As if embarrassed by the praise, I somewhat shyly touched the hem of my dress and said.

 

“I’m delighted that you ladies say such things. But it’s not a Chaitla product. I prepared for the Spring Stage a bit late, so…. I had no choice.”

 

“Ah….”

 

When I smiled while lowering my eyes as if embarrassed, several young ladies’ gazes turned toward Odette.

 

It was a remark I deliberately threw out, picturing Odette who must have bragged extensively about having her dress made at Chaitla.

 

Contrary to the rumors that she carefully looked after her sister, she could appear like someone who only commissioned her own dress at a famous atelier.

 

Or perhaps, being a household like Benitra, they could have commissioned additional dress-making even midway through.

 

It seemed fine if they regarded my appearance of deliberately seeking out a different atelier as the demeanor of a sister caring for her younger sibling.

 

“Still, I discovered a skilled seamstress and was able to receive such a wonderful dress, so I’m quite satisfied.”

 

“You have every right to be. It’s truly a beautiful dress, Princess.”

 

“That’s right. I’m very curious about what seamstress it might be?”

 

The young ladies who had come closer were examining my dress from various angles with interested eyes.

 

Spring Stage dresses basically had to be prepared in light colors ranging from white to pale pink.

 

Even with different materials or added luster, similar-designed dresses couldn’t create much difference.

 

So my outfit, which had a completely different design aesthetic from existing dresses, couldn’t help but stand out.

 

“Since it appears that way to all of you, I must definitely convey this happy news to the seamstress.”

 

Moreover, today I hadn’t caused any incidents, and I had danced very enthusiastically with that beggar-like Cessia, making my dress flutter.

 

Then it was only natural that this excellent clothes hanger and the outstanding beauty inherited from my parents would shine.

 

“You ladies should also visit Etienne’s Atelier in the capital once. There will be many charming dresses there.”

 

Don’t you think it’s perfect for promoting dresses?

 

* * *

 

“Penny, if anyone comes or looks for me, let me know.”

 

“Yes, Lady. Don’t worry and rest well.”

 

I smiled softly at Penny, who was putting strength in her chin saying to trust only her, then entered the rest area.

 

Befitting the Imperial Palace, the rest area attached to the banquet hall was also excessively magnificent.

 

I was exhausted to the limit from running around all evening until my feet were sweaty.

 

I collapsed onto the sofa in the rest area.

 

【Good work, darling. You made quite a harvest.】

 

Sing, who had been roaming the rest area like his own bedroom, soon spoke to me with his hands clasped behind his back.

 

‘Really now. You barely even looked my way.’

 

It was strange that today of all days, he hadn’t drained my soul with useless words or followed me around getting on my nerves.

 

Perhaps because of that, I found myself asking somewhat snidely without realizing it.

 

“What did you do? You just stood around all day.”

 

【I watched your performance.】

 

Look at those smooth words.

 

It wasn’t an answer I liked at all.

 

But I didn’t expect him to readily tell me why he had been staring intently at only the Emperor.

 

When I sighed without any particular response, Sing strode toward me. Then he soon leaned his body forward.

 

The suddenly shortened distance between us and his shoes positioned crosswise between my shoe tips were all terribly irritating.

 

【Why do you have that expression as if I’m definitely lying, sweetheart?】

 

“…Won’t you move your face away?”

 

【But it’s really true. Should I list each and every praise I heard about you today for you to believe it?】

 

“…Go ahead and recite them.”

 

I was ridiculous too, arrogantly crossing my arms telling him to try saying it, but laughter gradually leaked out because of Sing, who cleared his throat saying he’d start with some count’s remarks.

 

That she didn’t seem like a poorly educated young lady when you talked to her, or that she was truly a graceful and elegant young lady and he couldn’t understand how she got wrapped up in such bad rumors.

 

Sing didn’t spare praise for today’s Rosetta Coco, even doing voice impressions of the people who supposedly made such remarks.

 

As I laughed as if watching a play, I felt my tired body and mind gradually recovering.

 

A place where tongues were wielded like swords.

 

High society was exactly the place where those who smiled kindly in front of me would quickly turn to criticism the moment they turned around.

 

So I deliberately lowered my expectations and told myself I’d be satisfied if even one person saw me differently. I surely would have steeled myself that way.

 

‘It’s annoyingly comforting….’

 

I never expected to be encouraged by a few words from a ghost saying today’s me was very excellent, so I could feel at ease.

 

【Quite a few invitations will come in when you return to the household.】

 

“That would be perfect for solidifying my position. Though I’d like to decline occasions where I’d be seated with Odette.”

 

Starting with the Spring Stage, countless banquets are held in each estate including the capital.

 

But attending them all could risk being ridiculed for being desperate for social connections.

 

So I had to carefully screen each invitation to choose the ones that would benefit me most.

 

‘Besides, when I return, I’ll have to replace quite a few attendants including Vicky….’

 

I’d also have to process documents related to Marmint before summer came, so it would be very busy.

 

“Oh, come to think of it, I had something to tell Miss Etienne too.”

 

【Hmm, what? That other young ladies took notice of your dress?】

 

“No, no. I was thinking of telling her to register a patent, but I completely forgot.”

 

Tomorrow I had to attend another banquet then head straight to Benitra Territory, so visiting Etienne’s Atelier would be difficult.

 

It seemed best to send a letter quickly since I had no choice.

 

‘…I can’t let someone else steal the design again.’

 

In my past life. That is, Etienne’s dress that would originally have been made two years later was a great success, and the atelier that had been just a small shop in the capital grew to house scale.

 

In short, Miss Etienne became a seamstress who ran down the road to success with nothing to envy, but just once.

 

In the early days when this dress became a topic of conversation, Ant Etienne was embroiled in controversy.

 

Someone else had preemptively registered the design, completely stealing the patent rights.

 

Because of this, Miss Etienne had no choice but to pay certain fees while making dresses even though it was her own design.

 

‘It was fortunate that Her Majesty the Empress was the first to wear it…. Well, rather, she gained a reputation as an artisan who knew nothing but clothing, so her clothes sold like hotcakes. I guess it’s certain that those destined for great success will succeed no matter what.’

 

The unscrupulous seamstress who stole the patent rights at that time received all kinds of criticism from people and disappeared from the industry.

 

But as I remember, she never canceled the patent in the end.

 

So this time I had to tell her to register quickly so it wouldn’t be stolen by someone else.

 

“Ugh, the more I think about it, there’s a mountain of things to do.”

 

Just keeping the Epsilon mother and daughter in check and watching Cessia was enough to make my head split….

 

It seemed like the things I needed to worry about kept increasing, so I pressed my tired eyes firmly.

 

Sing, who had been quietly looking down at this, suddenly extended his hand.

 

【Would you not give me the opportunity to dance with the young lady?】

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