Sister, I'm The Queen In This Life - Chapter 45
Since a man could not stay long in the maid's room, Alfonso quickly and unnoticed Ariadne's room as soon as Ariadne calmed down. It was so that if someone saw it, they would be able to say 'I took it to them and gave it to them.' Alfonso had never given much thought to why men were not allowed into the girl's room before, but he seemed to understand now.
Her living space, personal belongings, the smell of a girl's body that was distinctly different from the men's room, like a flower scent or powder, and Ariadne, who was defenseless in it. He kept repeating what he saw in his head.
Socially, it was certain that many bad things would happen if a man was allowed to enter the room of a virgin. Alfonso shook his head and clenched his fists, trying to get his thoughts out.
'I am a fine gentleman. It shouldn't be like this. Even imagining it is a nuisance to a noble lady!'
After cooling his head for a while in the hallway, Alfonso thought he had calmed himself down quite well.
'I can control myself.'
He was a highly educated follower of chivalry and was reputed to be the most brilliant young monarch. His self-control and patience were things he had learned all his life. It wasn't difficult. He did, he believed.
However, Alfonso did not realize that he had put so much effort into his hands that his fingernails had scratched his palms.
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If there is something to be gained, there is also to be lost.
Isabella was experiencing this proverb today. She was good until she lay her hand on Ariadne's debutante dress. It was good that she had used Ariadne's new maid, whose name had been forgotten, to replace the iron hook with a soft one filled with lead to untie the cotton fabric, and even had Maletta secretly ripped the stitching off the front of Ariadne's dress.
However, she never imagined that what would protrude from there would be her real breasts, not her 'breast pocket' and a shameful wad of cotton.
'Aren't you stupid? Why don't you reveal it?!!
Isabella's dream was to have breasts that stood firm and resilient like summer peaches without outside help. She was Isabella and she could do anything if she could have Ariadne's breasts on her. And yet she goes around wrapped up like that! As a result, the picture of Isabella's imagination of her 'breast pocket' being exposed and two cotton bags falling under Ariadne's cotton cloth did not appear.
But she was clever, Isabella, and she knew how to make up for what she was given.
"Didn't she take it off on purpose to show off her chest?"
It was a word that Isabella threw like a dagger when noble ladies gathered in groups of threes and fives to discuss the 'costume accident' that had just occurred.
"My sister has always been overly proud of her body. I knew she had a temper that would do anything to get attention, but......"
It was a possibility that the wives and young children could never have imagined. They suddenly lowered their voices and began a heated discussion about whether it was real. The wives were in an atmosphere of 'Ah, no way', but the young ladies, who had many of Isabella's friends, mostly agreed with Isabella's opinion.
"If you pretend it's a mistake and show your breasts, everyone will remember it."
"To be honest, isn't this prom too much for her? Who is she to hold a solo debutante ball? Anyone who sees her will know that she is royalty."
"How does she bring the Prince as a partner? Anyone know?"
However, the story of Isabella and her friends was less about Ariadne's actions per se and more about how an illegitimate son of a country maid like Ariadne could dare to be treated more favorably than them. Because she hated her, she had already concluded that what had happened to Ariadne was not an unfortunate accident, but an intentional act, before pouring out the blame.
"Is that young lady pretty?"
"No, I honestly don't know."
"Her body is nice."
The young lady of Viscount Leonetti pointedly objected to Ariadne's compliments from someone who hadn't noticed.
"Everyone hears that you have a good body if you go around bare-breasted. Honestly, isn't Camellia better than Lady Demare?"
Baron Camellia de Castiglione's daughter was proud inside and threw words of humility.
"No, no. And isn't that body only what men look for when they have bad thoughts? Overall, including her face, Isabella is the prettiest."
The girls talked among themselves and established an internal order. There were some lines of objective looks, but most of them reflected their status among girls. If they were close, they would exaggerate and say that they were prettier than they actually were, and if they were girls with no connections, they wouldn't even get on the pretty girl list. Between Isabella and her friends, who occupied one of her tables and stood in a circle whispering among themselves, the voice of a very angry man Interrupted.
"Aren't you ashamed?"
It was Prince Alfonso, blushing with rage. It was the manners of a gentleman to ignore the secret conversations of the ladies, but when he heard the story of Ariadne being recreated in a lowly way, he could not stand It and stepped forward.
"Do you have any evidence that she did it on purpose? How upset you are, why do you make a conclusion that you committed such a terrible accident with your own hands and drive it away?"
The girls looked at each other in bewilderment. This was a catastrophe. They didn't know the Prince would come out. To be openly pointed out by a Prince at an official event! The opponent was the Prince himself whom all young ladies dream of because they want to look good. But there has always been a class of people who wouldn't even look at a tree they couldn't climb.
The young lady of Viscount Leonati, who had never even imagined that she would be able to marry a Prince and had no intention of making herself look good, reacted harshly to Prince Alfonso, who criticized them.
"Meet the little sun of the Kindom, Your Highness Prince Alfonso. But this is between women."
As Viscount Leonati's daughter put on the gun barrel, the girls around her started whispering as well.
"Yes, how would Prince Alfonso know about the women's fox behavior? Aren't you fond of the young Lady de Mare?"
"Did you fall in love with the chest? Uh, Prince, I haven't seen you like that."
"You must have been tricked by the fox with the breasts! How much did she whisper, would the Prince say that? How did you know we were upset?"
Alfonso was taken aback by the unexpected aggressiveness of the young girls. Throughout his entire life, the young ladies of his age never hated him, although they might have laughed at him when he said something strange. It was the first time the girls had been so hostile to him despite what he said.
Isabella, with the girls like her bodyguard, stood behind her friends and smiled slyly triumphantly. Then Alfonso's reinforcements appeared. It was Countess Marquez.
"Did your parents teach you that you should be solidarity and comforting when a girl your age has gone through something pitiful? You should jump in like a fish out of water and stomp into it."
Countess Marquez was a person who grew up in a high-ranking family with good etiquette and culture. In addition, there was a risk that the lord's son would have a bad reputation. She scolded the girls with her frosty shouts. However, her young children were just about to exterminate even the Prince. It was not a group that would readily admit defeat.
However, if she had been any aristocratic woman, the girls would have been able to say, 'What is that lady?' It was a noun. She had Countess Marquez, who had been rolling over 20 years in the social world, and no one dared to say 'I don't know the world of women' in front of her, so only her expression wrinkled, and no one dared to pounce on it. In the eyes of the seasoned Countess of Marquez, it was clear who was the mastermind of the situation. So, in the meantime, she cocked Isabella and added her words.
"First, Lady de Mare, I know that you are a golden jade leaf that has grown beautifully under a wonderful father may not know it, but he would like his daughters to have good friendships and support each other!"
Considering that the party was held at Cardinal de Mare's residence, she held back the story of the 'daughter of the vulgar government', the favorite story of Countess Marquez, who values bloodlines, but she did not take it out and held it in. Anyone could read the nuance in that there was no mention.
'That backcountry lady!'
Isabella's face was red with anger and shame. However, Isabella, who was strong against the weak and weak against the strong, could not bear to shoot the Countess of Marquez with the truth in her heart, even in front of the Prince. So Isabella decided to do her victim cosplay. Isabella took full advantage of her rising emotions, gathering them into her tear ducts, and she began to drip her tears from her large, puppy-like mauve eyes. Her translucent skin glowed pink, and the lines of her small, slender body quivered.
"I didn't mean to..."
A girl as beautiful as a fairy shed tears in front of a boy her age and a tough woman in her 40s.
No, why is that girl crying?"
"Isn't it because the Countess rang in front of her?"
"It's Countess Marquez, she's a little twisted. No, but why is the Prince standing there too? Did the Prince make a mistake?"
Countess Marquez was quite taken aback by the buzzing voices of the people around her, but she managed to control her expression gracefully, covering up her embarrassment. Isabella was no easy opponent. Countess Marquez was trying to figure out how to safely get Prince Alfonso out of this chaos without damage.
On the second floor, Ariadne, who had changed into her second debutante dress, was coming downstairs with the help of her entourage of maids. Ariadne was dazzlingly beautiful. She even believed that the second dress was a dress she had tailored to make up for an earlier accident.
Her dress had a high neckline and her sleeves went all the way down to her fingertips, minimizing the visible part of her skin, but the lines that clung to her body were not overtly revealing, but they kept Ariadne's figure very well. She turned to the hero of the day, who was attracting everyone's attention, and Ariadne, who noticed that there was a commotion, immediately approached Prince Alfonso and Countess Marquez and stood next to them.
Ariadne and Isabella stood side by side and confronted each other. Among the others dressed in dark dresses out of respect for their debut, only the two young ladies in snow-white dresses stood out as if they were illuminated.
Today's Isabella was like cotton candy. She was both good and bad. The round skirt, made of layered layers of pure white organza fabric, shone brightly every time the light came in, catching everyone's attention, but the makeup that she put a lot of effort into not being weighed down by her clothes did not emphasize isabella's greatest charm, rabbit-like innocence. Depending on the angle, she looked a little like a clown. On the other hand, Ariadne's outfit was very polite.
With the exception of the round eyes emphasized by lowering the corners of the eyes, the only makeup was to dye the cheeks and lips naturally in a soft pink color, and the elongated and voluminous body was subtly revealed under the simple dress, and there was no excessive makeup.
Now, the 'Heart of the Blue Sea' was turned off, and among the accessories donated by Her Majesty the Queen, all she wore were diamond and white topaz earrings that radiated light like a chandelier.
As the two young ladies stood cross- legged, despite Isabella's explanations, questions that naturally popped up in everyone's heads came to the surface again.
Why is Isabella de Mare wearing an all-white dress when she's not even at her debutante ball?
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