That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 115
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Chapter 115
Nigella must have known as well.
But he was absolutely not the type of person to feel sorry for Tulia entering alone.
Rather, once today’s party ended safely, he would return to his room and praise Belladonna for being so clever.
‘The higher the status of a lady, the more she needs a partner to escort her.’
To establish herself in my territory and attack me in this way.
And to wear such a troubled smile while doing it.
“Shall we go to your seat for now, Lady Tulia.”
“Alright.”
It seemed Belladonna Mertung had taken on the role of actual host entirely.
‘There’s a reason they deliberately held the birthday party now.’
In many ways, I could feel that Nigella was desperately trying to solidify his mistress’s position.
I followed Belladonna Mertung’s guidance and moved forward.
Since today’s party was ‘officially’ Sandra’s birthday party, it was important to share cake and serve food.
So round tables covered with white tablecloths were placed at appropriate intervals, and among them, the head table belonged to Nigella’s family.
As I walked, I glanced around and noticed they had set up the party concept so families would sit together – all two-person tables.
Of course, my seat was…
“My goodness, Countess Orquin.”
I looked at the large table positioned even below Nigella’s table and spoke expressionlessly.
“My table is too big.”
“We didn’t know Lady Tulia would come alone and prepared such a large table in advance… I’m sorry.”
Belladonna kept apologizing while covering her mouth with a fan.
Numerous nobles around us were watching.
Well, from my perspective, it didn’t matter whether Belladonna was smiling behind her fan or not.
After all, she was also following high society customs by spreading her fan to cover half her face.
Whether the smile behind the fan was visible to other nobles or not.
Right now, this was Belladonna blatantly insulting me, and I was clearly in a losing situation.
‘There isn’t a single empty chair. All the tables are for two people.’
This meant there was no room for me to approach any lady or noble woman I knew and ask to join based on friendship.
It was truly thorough preparation.
Was this revenge for calling her ‘Miss Belladonna’?
Or revenge for mercilessly striking her with words like a three-strand braid?
Whatever it was…
‘It doesn’t matter.’
Belladonna Mertung probably thought I would have no choice but to sit alone at that huge table and eat cake and food.
I could storm out, but that would be something only the truly foolish and reckless ‘real Tulia’ would do.
But I’m no longer such an amateur, you know?
I gave a deep smile to Belladonna Mertung, who was still looking at me while covering her mouth with her fan.
“…?”
Then I clapped twice lightly.
A servant who had been hovering nearby immediately ran over and stood at attention.
“Lady Tulia. Do you need something?”
“Bring a chair and follow me.”
“Pardon? Yes.”
“Countess Orquin.”
Belladonna, who had been watching my strange behavior with a peculiar expression, immediately responded with a smile.
“Will you follow me?”
I turned my body so roughly that my skirt made a whooshing sound.
Then click-clack.
I moved my steps and walked up the staircase.
In a grand banquet hall of this scale, there’s always a platform prepared for looking down at those below.
“Miss?”
“Put it down here.”
“Yes…!”
The chair the servant hurriedly set down was right in the center of the platform.
I sat down in that spot and crossed my legs.
“Lady Tulia? What are you doing right now…”
“Countess Orquin.”
I lightly crossed my arms and continued with a bright smile.
“I am the person granted actual authority over the internal affairs of this main castle, so I will sit here.”
“…!”
“Now, shall we enjoy the party?”
“Lady Tulia.”
“Please go down now. You should sit next to Sandra, shouldn’t you? I’ll be watching from up here.”
“…Lady Tulia. I don’t think this is right…”
“Why not?”
“Even so, Sandra is the host, and Lady Tulia is a guest, yet you say you’ll watch from above. The Grand Duke will be displeased.”
“Then Countess, please go down.”
I leaned back and continued.
“Just send Uncle Nigella up here to me.”
In that moment, Belladonna Mertung’s breathing became unsteady. Her composure crumbled by exactly that much.
She seemed to immediately anticipate what I would say next, and I intended to meet her expectations.
“Well?”
“…”
“This is a place where only Frazier’s direct line can come up.”
“…!”
I could hear the sound of teeth grinding behind her fan.
“…I’ll excuse myself, Lady Tulia. Please enjoy the party.”
“You as well, Countess.”
Swoosh.
Belladonna Mertung looked like she had taken a proper hit.
Her steps, which had been elegant and mysteriously coquettish throughout, were now staggering moment by moment.
Your insides are boiling with rage, aren’t they?
You want to grab my hair and shake me, don’t you?
But only Tulia can do that, you know?
As expected, Nigella did not come up to the platform.
Even Sandra, strictly speaking, was not ‘Frazier’s direct line.’
And they must have already anticipated this.
Since I was now so full of venom, if Sandra also came up to this spot, I would bring up that fact and turn this party into complete chaos.
‘Anyone watching would think I’m the real Tulia. Though I have absolutely no intention of going that far.’
Height naturally affects human psychology.
Perhaps because I was sitting in the highest seat, I felt like I had become the master of this place.
‘That’s probably why Sandra keeps glancing up with such resentful eyes.’
Whatever.
I leisurely looked around at the people below the platform.
The nobles who had initially been watching me cautiously also began to laugh and chat as the party started.
Looking at the ratio, it seemed roughly 80% mothers and daughters to 20% fathers and daughters.
‘Everyone looks happy, at least.’
Of course, some families might just be pretending to get along, but I could only see the surface.
Delicious food served on perfectly sized tables for two.
Fine champagne and fragrant juices.
The enormous birthday cake that the chefs must have spent a week baking was incredibly pretty with generous amounts of fresh cream and tasted wonderfully sweet.
Everyone seemed happy enjoying this delightful party formal meal.
After the meal ended, the dance time that followed was the same.
Since most of the guests were mothers and daughters, the specially invited orchestra also chose to play dance music mainly for two women dancing together.
Bright and lively melodies filled the air as laughter erupted here and there.
So what about me?
I was recreating “Wall Support Part 2.”
Since the chairs and tables had been efficiently cleared away after the meal ended, it would have been awkward to sit alone on the platform.
Of course, even if I had to become a wall support, I didn’t forget to walk with my spine straight as if it might break from being so upright.
Whether fortunately or unfortunately.
It was some consolation that there were quite a few people standing against the walls since so many guests had attended.
‘Of course, they’re all with family, so I’m the only one alone.’
I was tempted to call Lisian or Leon right now.
‘But doing that now would be ridiculous.’
It would make this party look like I couldn’t stand being alone and had to call my older brothers running over like a child.
I felt that to truly win against Belladonna Mertung, who had tried to openly insult me, I had to keep up the “acting like nothing’s wrong” act until the very end.
Besides, she definitely wouldn’t have sent invitations to Lisian and Leon.
She’d make excuses saying it was the servants’ mistake.
Attending a party uninvited was neither gentlemanly manners nor ladylike courtesy.
Since I had no intention of giving Belladonna Mertung even the slightest opening to find fault with me.
I just stood alone and watched people.
‘At least I’m glad I came all dressed up and sparkling today.’
LED lights never look shabby.
“Tulia.”
It was then that Nigella approached.
“It would be a waste for a lady dressed as beautifully as a flower not to dance even once at a party.”
But there are no flower-like gentlemen here.
“This uncle will dance with you.”
At Nigella’s words as he extended his hand, I almost reflexively asked “Pardon?”
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