The Reason I Got Engaged to My Ex-Boyfriend - Chapter 28

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Episode 28

 

“Oh my.”

 

Sophia reacted with an expression that wasn’t particularly surprised.

 

Linda’s hands had turned pale blue. Much more intensely than mine.

 

It was Aljesha’s voice that cut through the frozen atmosphere.

 

“The marquis’s daughter should leave first as well. …I don’t understand why she refuses to wash her hands.”

 

Her tone was cold.

 

Seria’s face flushed red with shame.

 

‘She still won’t wash her hands until the very end.’

 

I wanted to clearly expose that this was Seria’s doing.

 

That’s why I pretended not to notice when Linda attached the flower to my dress.

 

If I had caught her in the act, Seria would have made excuses that her maid acted independently.

 

‘Well, still…’

 

I looked around.

 

“Come to think of it, Lady Chartinez always toward Lady Blin…”

 

“I suppose we won’t be seeing the marquis’s daughter at the Segwede Ducal Residence anymore.”

 

“What kind of confidence made her bring that flower to where the lady was…”

 

The atmosphere suggested everyone believed Seria was involved somehow.

 

I stood up from the chaotic atmosphere.

 

Since flower pollen was on my hands, I had to leave the ducal residence.

 

Seria and Linda, dying of shame, also reluctantly moved.

 

And so, on the garden path heading to the ducal family’s carriage.

 

“Lady Blin.”

 

Aljesha called me with a softened voice.

 

“As you know, I get headaches just from smelling that flower, so I’m sending you away. You understand, right?”

 

“Yes, of course.”

 

I understood completely.

 

The fact that Aljesha was by my side instead of Seria’s already meant she had noticed everything.

 

However, Sophia’s reaction was different from mine.

 

“Brace yourself, Aljesha. You still see me as a princess from a barbaric country. To think you’d kick me out in the middle of lunch.”

 

“It’s, it’s because of unavoidable circumstances. The young lady said it was fine…!”

 

Still, it seemed the relationship between the two ladies wasn’t seriously bad.

 

‘Speaking of which, that…’

 

I suddenly noticed the blue gloria flower that Marsha was holding.

 

It didn’t seem right to keep that near Aljesha.

 

‘But I can’t just throw it in the garden either.’

 

I asked Sophia for permission, then distanced myself from the two ladies.

 

“…Hmm.”

 

Then Seria, standing in front of the main gate, caught my eye.

 

Somehow feeling like returning the flower to its owner, I strode toward Seria.

 

“Lady Chartinez.”

 

Seria trembled violently when she spotted me at the sound of my call. It was an oversensitive reaction.

 

She was taking off her opera gloves.

 

Though she hastily put them back on as soon as she saw me.

 

‘…Why is she so insistent about those?’

 

While I unconsciously stared at the opera gloves, Seria shouted sharply.

 

“What, what is it?!”

 

My goodness, raising her voice at someone else’s house. She’s thrown all dignity to the dogs.

 

I answered calmly.

 

“I’m returning this to you.”

 

At the same time, Marsha handed the flower to Seria.

 

“…Why are you giving this to me? It has nothing to do with me.”

 

Seria shamelessly pretended not to know and turned away.

 

At the sight of her stubbornly acting even though everyone knew who the culprit was, I just shrugged my shoulders.

 

As soon as we got in the carriage, Sophia asked.

 

“Are you feeling alright?”

 

I answered nonchalantly.

 

“Of course. The lady was actually sorry for thinking poorly of me, even briefly, wasn’t she? I have no reason to feel discouraged.”

 

“I think so too. But since everyone feels things differently, I asked.”

 

Sophia fidgeted with the mother-of-pearl decorations on her dress.

 

“Even if something seems trivial to me, someone else might find it shameful. Just as everyone’s experiences are different, so are their thoughts.”

 

A rustling sound quietly echoed.

 

“Think of it as concern from someone who has lived longer than Miss Mary.”

 

Sophia turned her gaze toward the window as if to rest.

 

“…”

 

Reflecting on Sophia’s words gave me a strange feeling.

 

I closed my eyes tightly and opened them.

 

If last year’s me had received that question, I would have agreed.

 

That situation would have been shameful to me.

 

The faces of the young ladies who mocked me when my family fell were shameful to me. The voices of some people who still reminded me of that were shameful.

 

Yes, in truth, I’m nothing special.

 

I just hoped Ransel wouldn’t know that. I wished he didn’t know.

 

But he kept trying to expose my wounds.

 

The person I loved most, whom I wanted to always think of me as strong, was the one who made me feel most ashamed.

 

So I tried to act like nothing was wrong. I behaved as if it was no big deal.

 

I’m fine now because I’ve become a wonderful person, I’m strong…

 

“You’re too much for me to handle.”

 

“…”

 

“I’m struggling because of you.”

 

So you, of all people, shouldn’t have said that to me.

 

I looked out the window. The sky had grown dark before I knew it.

 

***

 

The next day.

 

As soon as I arrived at the boutique, Chris launched into all sorts of laments.

 

“I heard there’s a street in the Kingdom of Elistair where artists gather to live, but it probably can’t compare to here.”

 

He said that on his way to work, he saw paintings hanging in each of the boutiques he passed.

 

In short, Chris’s idea to revive Piaceroux, which had reopened after a year, had been stolen by everyone.

 

Of course, I didn’t feel much threat.

 

No matter how positive an effect paintings might have, their impact on sales would be limited.

 

“No, but that marquis’s daughter’s boutique is really something to behold. I thought it was an art museum or something.”

 

Chris began spilling every detail about Seria’s boutique.

 

The wallpaper wasn’t even visible because of all the paintings hung up, she had displayed imperial palace treasures that didn’t even match the boutique—probably received from the Crown Prince—and the funny thing was that the young lady only lent her name while someone else seemed to do the actual work…

 

“Should I go mess with it a bit?”

 

Perhaps because his brilliant idea had been stolen, Chris asked in a spiteful voice.

 

I pondered for a moment, then shook my head.

 

“Never mind, just leave it be. It’ll collapse on its own anyway.”

 

The incident from the luncheon spread widely throughout Tererrosa in just one day.

 

Seria and her cronies tried to bury it with good stories, but there were far more negative comments, they said.

 

How could she commit such childish and spiteful acts, I don’t like Mary Blin but I really felt sorry for her this time, I can’t go to Seria’s boutique even just to avoid offending the Duchess…

 

As I was recalling up to that point, a good idea suddenly occurred to me and I spoke to Chris.

 

“Still, since she opened a boutique, I should send a gift.”

 

“Huh? You’re going to send a gift to that Young-ae?!”

 

“This is how noble society originally works.”

 

I gently covered the corner of my mouth with my fan.

 

“Go buy a bouquet filled only with Blue Glorea flowers right now and send it.”

 

I was curious about how Seria would react to receiving such a thoughtful gift.

 

That afternoon, Boutique Street was bustling with commotion.

 

Rumors had spread that Seria, after receiving my gift, had gone wild like a crazy person.

 

And Chris brought up an unexpected topic.

 

“Um, Owner.”

 

“What?”

 

“…Well.”

 

“If you have something you want to say, just say it. Since when have you been so concerned about my mood?”

 

Chris hesitated, then scurried over to sit next to me.

 

I pushed away his face that had suddenly come close with my fan.

 

“Well, actually, on my way back from the flower shop, I ran into a friend from my hometown?”

 

“…A hometown friend?”

 

I could guess what kind of person it would be, so I frowned.

 

‘Probably some back alley hoodlum.’

 

The place Chris would call his ‘hometown’ only had those types of people.

 

“Anyway, so what?”

 

“We met after a long time and exchanged some greetings. But what he said was a bit… suspicious…”

 

And at the words that followed, I couldn’t help but be shocked.

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