That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 126
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Chapter 126
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A few days later.
The boutiques located in the Grand Duchy’s shopping district were packed with sudden crowds.
There was one reason.
“The weather is so nice like this, it would be fun to throw a party. I should hold a party this weekend.”
Picnic day.
The place where nobles desperate to exchange even a word with the Grand Duke and Marquis had flocked like clouds.
It was all thanks to that one sentence Tulia had said.
The nobles keenly noticed the flow of power contained in that single sentence.
Not asking permission from the Grand Duke or Marquis to hold a party, but simply proclaiming it.
That Tulia Frazier, that scoundrel lady who until recently had been full of only bad rumors, had now truly seized the power of the Grand Duke Frazier House.
Marquis Aster’s behavior throughout the spring outing, being busy taking care of his daughter, was also proof that the rumor of Tulia Frazier being a ‘fake daughter’ with no blood relation was false.
The flow of power in the Empire’s only Grand Ducal House brought change like tectonic shifts to some, and like gentle spring breezes to others.
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‘Ha, inviting me to a party?’
The hand holding the invitation trembled violently.
‘Isn’t that crazy bitch? She obviously knows what state I’m in right now?!’
Sandra had also received an invitation. From what she heard, Belladonna had received one too.
‘She won’t even let me meet Mother, but sends a party invitation! I’m even under house arrest!’
Under orders from Assis Grand Duke Frazier, they had been under house arrest and hadn’t seen each other’s faces for over a week.
“If Older Sister Tulia invited me to the party, has His Grace the Grand Duke lifted the house arrest?”
Sandra asked haughtily. But Tulia’s Assistant Butler Grans only answered with cold eyes.
“That’s not the case. The house arrest imposed on Lady Sandra is still in effect.”
Her pride was hurt even more by those words.
She wasn’t a fool either.
Though she wasn’t Nigella’s biological daughter, she had been adopted into the Frazier family and raised with an education befitting a great noble’s adopted daughter.
Therefore, she could immediately understand what the Assistant Butler’s words meant.
‘Right now Tulia, that bitch, has become such a real power in the Grand Ducal House that she can ignore even house arrest and send party invitations!’
Her whole body trembled with unpleasant emotions, but she couldn’t scream and throw vases to break them like at the Imperial Capital mansion.
It was because there were no maids present who would hurry to clean up the room while catering to her whims.
The strict house arrest personally pronounced by the Grand Duke prevented anyone except the maid who brought three meals a day from entering the room.
‘When this house arrest ends, it’ll truly be hell unfolding…’
Father, who had incurred enormous debts.
Everything they had enjoyed until now would disappear, and would the relationship between Father and Mother, who had to bear heavy debts, really be…
‘The same as before?’
Sandra bit her nails in anxiety.
“What should I do? Should I cling to her dress at the party and beg? That I’ve been wrong all this time, so please show mercy?”
If she flattered Tulia, fawned over her, and apologized like crazy, might she take pity on her situation?
But Sandra’s pride, which had been hurt since the birthday party, was now rotting away.
“It’s unfair.”
She bit her lips hard.
“If you think about it, I’m also a granddaughter of the Frazier family.”
What did it matter that she was adopted? This was clearly discrimination and exclusion.
“How annoying. If only Father had been born first!”
Tulia’s current position and the power she held would have all been hers!
Sandra jumped up and began rummaging through her wardrobe.
“All the other dresses have been sent to the young lady’s quarters. I’m truly sorry for deceiving you all this time.”
On the day the trial ended, Mother had trembled and apologized to Tulia like that.
But her own wardrobe was still intact.
It was because there were so many expensive dresses that Belladonna had brought from the Imperial Capital mansion that just organizing those had been overwhelming.
‘I have to return all these dresses to that bitch Tulia.’
On the day she would be kicked out of the Frazier family soon, she would surely be searched.
If she tried to secretly take dresses with her, that would also be trouble.
“I’m so pissed off, this is annoying!”
After removing all the dresses that would be taken away, only ‘shabby rags’ – ordinary things – remained.
“I have to wear things like this to the party.”
Tulia would try to humiliate her in all sorts of ways.
Then, a thought suddenly crossed Sandra’s mind.
All or nothing.
“Right. I have to return them all anyway.”
Sandra threw aside the modest dress and picked up an expensive dress with sparkling beads decorating the upper body gorgeously.
“I should wear it as dirty as possible before returning it.”
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“Sandra! Are you crazy?!”
A few days later, Mother, whom she met at the party venue, looked very haggard.
Most of all.
“What are you thinking, coming out wearing that dress? Are you stupid, or do you lack brains?!”
Belladonna had come out wearing a very modest dress – that is, an ordinary dress that anyone could see was not ‘stolen from Tulia.’
It was a contrast as stark as mud and a crown compared to Sandra’s glamorous attire.
“M-Mother…”
“Are you openly picking a fight with Lady Tulia? Do you think we’re in the same position as before?!”
“Mother! How can you say such things…”
As tears welled up in Sandra’s eyes, she heard murmuring sounds near her ears.
“Oh my, look. Isn’t that dress a seasonal piece from Orllen Boutique?”
“One dress would easily cost 300 million gold…”
“Then it must obviously be Lady Tulia’s dress.”
“How shameless. Everyone knows it’s stolen clothing, truly the daughter of a lowly mistress.”
Sandra whipped her head around. But the noble ladies and Ladies were covering their mouths with fans and talking among themselves.
She couldn’t even tell who had just gossiped so loudly for her to hear. Given her situation, she couldn’t even question them.
“You! Go back to your room right now and change your dress!”
Just as Sandra was about to run out almost crying.
“Sandra? That dress suits you very well.”
She stopped short.
Tulia had entered at some point.
Sandra, who reflexively checked her dress, felt puzzled.
My wealthy father had returned, and she had seized all the power the Grand Ducal House had to offer, so I thought she would wear a luxurious dress so elaborate it would be difficult to walk in today.
Tulia was dressed similarly to usual.
It looked expensive, but it was a dress whose price and designer’s name couldn’t compare to what Sandra used to wear.
Glancing at Mother, she too seemed somewhat bewildered.
“Shall we all take our seats?”
At the host Tulia’s words, Sandra ultimately couldn’t change her dress and awkwardly sat in her designated seat.
“Warm spring is approaching quickly, and last time we couldn’t properly finish the party due to an unfortunate incident, right?”
Instantly, the nobles’ gazes turned toward Sandra and Belladonna Mertung.
Since they no longer had reason to be mindful of those two, mockery and criticism pierced them without filter.
“So I held a spring welcoming party. This time, I really invited only women to the party.”
That was the strange part.
Given that bitch Tulia Frazier’s fiery temperament, I thought she would hold a party inviting only mothers and daughters to humiliate them.
It was puzzling why she held a party consisting only of women.
Thanks to that, today’s party was filled only with Noble Ladies and Ladies, especially packed with mothers and daughters.
In other words, Tulia was sitting alone ‘again’.
Why did she, the host, do such a thing?
“While the flower of parties in the Briyang Empire is supposedly men and women’s dancing and romance, isn’t a party where only women gather like this also fun?”
Speaking words whose intentions were completely incomprehensible, Tulia raised her head and smiled very brightly.
“My mother passed away early, so seeing the mothers and daughters sitting together here makes me envious.”
When the Noble Ladies were looking at each other, not knowing what to say.
Clap clap.
Tulia clapped twice.
Soon the closed Grand Banquet Hall doors opened, and a woman entered through them.
Before anyone could recognize who she was, Tulia, who had been sitting, stood up from her seat.
“Great Aunt? Please come in.”
“…!”
“…!”
“…!”
Instantly, a tremendous silence swept over the people.
The Noble Ladies and Ladies who had been sitting with their mouths open belatedly shifted their gazes toward Belladonna Mertung and Sandra.
Belladonna Mertung was frozen with a face paler than beeswax. Sandra was no different.
“It’s been a long time, Tulia.”
“You could speak more casually. Aunt Roxanne.”
“According to House Frazier’s family law, I cannot speak carelessly to a young lady who has been granted domestic authority by the head of the house.”
The middle-aged Noble Lady, whose hair was half white but exuded a noble atmosphere, politely declined.
“Then, please sit over here, Aunt.”
“Thank you.”
Roxanne Frazier.
She, the legitimate wife of Grand Count Nigella, moved with gliding steps while looking directly at Belladonna Mertung.
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