Chapter 51 - Tea Party Of The Daughter Of The Marquis Baldesar
Sister, I'm The Queen In This Life
Ottavio was a man of eight. He was tall, with a handsome face, and was the heir to a fairly good family with a wide network of people. At first glance, he seemed like a better target than the eldest son of the author Monte Feltro, who had the fatal disadvantage of having an ex-wife and children. But all that came out of Camellia's mouth were complaints.
"But will he really marry me?"
"Yes?"
Felicite, who was not aware of the recent circumstances, placed her hand over her mouth.
"Did I say something wrong? What happened?"
Felicite looked around, and Camellia just sighed. Camellia was not a great person with the courage to be the first to bring up Isabella's gossip. Instead, it was Julia who sparked the story.
"It's Isabella again."
"That's right."
Even Felicite, who was dark about the rumors, heard Isabella's name and Immediately understood what was happening.
"Is it like this these days too?"
"It's still the same, no, it's even worse!"
As soon as Julia opened the gun, piles of clay poured out one after another like a torrent of water. They were old enough that it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was just waiting for someone to carry her gun. Ariadne shook her head inwardly. It seemed that Isabella had lost much of her popularity among her girls.
These people were not crazy people who were burning with a sense of justice for Ariadne. These are people who were constantly suffering from Isabella until they reached a critical point and exploded.
"Do you know what happened?"
Camellia was filled with anger and complained about how Isabella had shamed her in front of others. Once the condemnation of Isabella broke out like this, it could not be stopped. Everyone present here has now become an unspoken member of the same group. People who attended the tea party sympathized with Camellia's anger by saying that they saw it too and saying a few words to Camellia.
"How can you blame me like that? Camellia asked if I was interested in Viscount Leonati's servant, but then she touched Sir Ottavio's face."
"I saw it all!"
Cornelia, Count Rinaldi's daughter, was also indignant.
"But Ottavio! Instead of taking my side, he was too busy worrying about Isabella!"
Camellia burst into tears. Sweet Felicite handed Camellia her handkerchief.
“Sir Ottavio was wrong.”
Gabriele bit the tip of her tongue while trying to suggest to Camellia that she should break off the engagement with Ottavio, who had a bad attitude. When she pointed out Ottavio's mistake, Camellia began to cry. In fact, for Camellia, Ottavio was an undeserving marriage, beyond being objectively excellent, so if the engagement was broken by the writer Castiglione, she had no promise of meeting a man as good as Ottavio again. So, rather than swearing at Ottavio, who could not be thrown away, Gabriele decided to curse at Isabella to make Camellia feel better.
"Isabella, if she goes out believing in her pretty face, she is going to get seriously hurt someday."
But Camellia was so emotional right now that she didn't have time to enjoy even pleasant sounds.
"Well, I'm going to go to the bathroom for a moment."
"Okay, can I not go with you?"
"I'll be back soon."
Camellia, whose greatest strength was her pretty appearance, hated it when her expression fell in front of others. She looked like she was crying loudly in the bathroom. In the drawing room of Baldesar where Camellia had left, her doubts about Isabella were in the air.
"But, is Isabella really interested in Sir Ottavio?"
Ariadne was able to answer that question.
"That can't be right."
It dispelled the misunderstanding that Isabella was interested in Ottavio, but not for her sister.
"My sister is a great person who looks higher."
She clicked her tongue self-deprecatingly.
"Isabella just trying to touch it. Don't worry, If Sir Ottavio makes a serious attempt to break off the engagement and change, she will run away with her tail turned off."
Just like she did to Cesare in his past life. She flirts with him because she wants his attention, but when she gets to him, she feels like it's a pain to clean up after him, so she pulls away from him as if she has never done that before. If Ottavio suddenly did not inherit the throne of any country, there was no way Isabella would pay attention to Ottavio.
"I think it might have been a bit of an uncomfortable position for Ariadne. But she's your real sister."
Cornelia, who believes in good manners, added with a slightly embarrassed expression. But Ariadne shook her head with a small smile.
"After all, sisters from the same family compete for limited goods. It's okay."
The straightforward Julia said with a big smile.
"But competition? It's a competition, right? It seems like Ariadne is far ahead in the game of finding a husband."
Felicite added with sparkling eyes.t
"That's right! I heard you entered the debutante ball with Prince Alfonso!"
Among those present, only Felicite was unable to attend Ariadne's debutante ball. Felicite, who had only heard the story of that day from others, almost wanted to scream like a dolphin at the thought of meeting the main character.
"How was it, Prince? How did you come to attend?"
"But actually, the debutante's ball partner was Count Cesare!"
Gabriele interjected, the girl's face showing sincerity.
"Count Cesare, he looks really handsome up close!"
"Ariadne, which of the two do you like better?"
"Yes, it's the Prince or Count Cesare!"
"Well, it's not like that. It just happened.."
"Ariadne, are you going to come this far and then back out? Let's talk!"
"I am a Prince!"
Cornelia, who lives a textbook life, chose Alfonso.
"I am Count Cesare!"
Gabriele, who values male faces more than anything else, chose Cesare.
"Don't you think you can live by just eating the face?"
"If he looks at me like that with those blue eyes, I think all my anger will go away!"
"Ouch!"
"Handsome man is really good."
"He's a strikingly handsome man. Sometimes he looks even thinner and prettier than a woman."
"Don't you want to stand next to him?"
The girls all cringed at the thought of standing next to Cesare and comparing their faces. Some people shook their heads and some screamed.
"I think I like the Prince as well. A neat and handsome man!"
"Me too, me too, Prince! The lines are thick, the size is big, and the body is thick! I like the thick part of the body the best!"
"No, Felicite, did you look closely at the thickness of the Prince's body?"
"It's as if you didn't see it! Only those who have not seen it should throw stones at me!"
The living room seemed to explode with so much chatter. The tight battle between the Alfonso faction and the Cesare faction resulted in a slight advantage for the Alfonso faction due to the negative news that occurred in the Cesare fandom.
"In every way, the Prince is better. They say Count Cesare even touches married women. Recently, he's been hanging out with a widow named Madame Ragusa!"
"Oh my God, a widow? Married woman? How can you meet a man like that?"
"Why on earth does Count Cesare look so pretty?"
The support group for Gabriele, who was left alone, was Julia, who had a genuine expression on her face.
"But, he's really handsome. It's worth the face. I don't want to get married, but I'd like to have a relationship once."
"Kyaa! Then you become Ragusa's wife!"
"Oh, that's what you mean!"
The girls burst into laughter as a group. Squeak.
At that time, the door to the living room opened quietly, and Camellia, who had gone to cry, returned. Julia looked at the door in surprise, then she sighed in relief. The girls, who had all been looking at the living room door to see who was new, now started chatting loudly.
"Hihihi"
"Wow, that's ridiculous!"
"I left! I'm on the left!"
Ariadne couldn't even remember the last time she laughed and played freely with her peers like this. Maybe it's the first time.
Camellia returned from her bathroom and chose the seat next to Ariadne. She spoke to Ariadne as if she was sorry, with tear stains on her face.
"Miss Isabella said something unpleasant at the Lady de Mare's debutante ball."
"Yes? What it is..."
"You're saying that Ariadne's clothes were torn on purpose because the Prince was there, or something like that..."
Ariadne felt like blood rushing to her head.
'Isabella, you horrible human being!'
Next to me, Camellia was saying something meaningless like 'I'm sorry I couldn't stop you then', but it just sounded like a buzzing noise. Ariadne was very angry with Isabella, but she did not have such good thoughts about Camellia in front of her.
A person who spreads gossip to the person concerned is just as bad as a person who directly gossips. But everything could be exploited one way or another, and Ariadne was not the kind of person to pass up an opportunity.
"Lady Baron Castiglione."
"Please call me Camellia."
Ariadne smiled back at Camellia, who smiled gently.
"Then Camellia. But Isabella said that Camellia was the first to say that?"
"I beg your pardon?!"
Camellia was startled.
'Isabella, you bad girl, at first she pretended that I liked the servant or something, and then she went on to sell my name!'
"I told my father, who was interrogating me, that Camellia was the one who said those things first. She said her only crime was that she couldn't stop it"
When the ladies found Camellia with a bright red face, they asked her one or two questions about what was going on, and Camellia looked like she was about to cry again and told her in detail the story she had just heard from Ariadne.
"Oh my God, what on earth!"
"It's the story Isabella brought up first."
"That's right, there's something called chest pad on your chest....."
Camellia said,
"Which wardrobe did Ariadne's debutante dress come from?"
"... How would I know if it was a dressmaker's work?"
Other ladies at the scene came forward and confirmed that those words were first spoken by Isabella, not Camellia, and today the ladies came to one conclusion.
'Isabella de Mare, what a bad person!!'
The reason why this conversation was possible today was partly because the composition of the attendees was exquisite. Camellia did not completely cut off her friendship with Isabella, so if she had not been invited, she would not have heard these stories, but if there were other people who were close to Isabella other than Camellia, she would not have heard these stories at all.
Julia was actually half relieved and half disappointed when the door to her drawing room opened and Camellia came in. One of the people she had sent her invitation to today's tea party declined her invitation and did not attend. It was Leticia, the daughter of Viscount Leonati. Since she was Isabella's best friend, it was right for her not to come. And, strictly speaking, she was right about not calling. But she really wanted to make an excuse to visit Leticia's house one more time, which Julia didn't really like.
'..François'
The servant's face, which she had only seen once, never left her mind.
***
The place where the roses sent by Count Cesare arrived after being driven out of Ariadne's room was the girls' drawing room. It was a space shared by the three sisters, but when Ariadne moved to the suite at the west end, a private living room was created, so it was a space that Ariadne did not use very often.
"Wow!"
Arabella was excitedly looking at the gorgeous red roses in the vase. Arabella was having a good time these days. Her younger sister's hobby is searching through her older sister's belongings, regardless of time and place. But Isabella was a strict watchdog and a merciless snitch. If there was any trace of Arabella touching her belongings, she would fuss. Of course, she reached out to her mother, Lucrezia.
But her new little sister was generous, she shared a lot and didn't get scolded too much when she got caught. The only drawback was that there weren't many interesting items, but recently, that drawback has been rapidly improved.
"I've never seen a rose this big!"
Isabella became angry at her youngest sister's exclamation as she looked into a wreath of red roses the size of a small teacup.
"You, be quiet! It makes my back hurt!"
Isabella's anger did not go away even after she saw Arabella flinch and look intimidating.
"I don't like this or that!"
Thanks to Leticia's snitch, Isabella already knew that Julia de Baldesar had thrown a tea party excluding only her. Ariadne was dressed in her going-out clothes today, so her sister must have gone to the tea party too.
Recently, Isabella had been applying breast growth-promoting cream, which was said to be used in the Moorish Empire, which she bought for a lot of money from a Bangmul seller and treating it like holy water. But instead of making her breasts bigger, her body hair seemed to be getting thicker. Isabella was in a position where she couldn't throw it away because it was too precious, and it was uncomfortable to put it on.
"Ahh! it's annoying!"
Isabella got nervous and went outside and walked around the garden. Nothing good has happened since her illegitimate sister showed up. Among them, it made her feel sick to her stomach that Countess Marquez had labeled her as a child who gossiped about her younger sister in social circles.
'I was Isabella de Mare, the pretty and lovely lady of San Carlo!'
Her ugly half-sister was quickly taking her place.
"She's not even pretty!"
"Huh? "Who isn't pretty?"
It was her cousin Zanobi who heard Isabella muttering to herself. Isabella flinched, remembering how the ladies were horrified when she said harsh words at their gatherings, but Zanobi was from the south, which was less sophisticated than the capital, and especially, he was from a squire of knights who were subject to harsh words on a daily basis.
“Zanobi brother.”
"Why is our pretty Isabella so upset?"
It was so thrilling for Zanobi to even talk to Isabella, the beautiful young lady of San Carlo. When he returned to his hometown, he would have something to brag about for a month. He did not care about Isabella's morals and that he should not look at his cousin in that way, such as the fact that Isabella was his cousin and it was no use showing her off.
Pursuing his peripheral pleasure at that moment was most important to him. Isabella, who had the words of Zanobi, who seemed to accept being accused of infringing upon her, began to air her complaints like a fish in water, at him.
"Brother! I'm so upset!"
Isabella walked around the grounds of Cardinal de Mare's residence and told Zanobi about how Ariadne swore at her, how Ariadne pretended to be nice in front of others and lied to Isabella, and how Ariadne was obsessed with the Prince and farted loudly. She started telling everything to Zanobi, including the things she was doing. Of course, the stories were adapted from Isabella's point of view with a lot of her seasoning.
"That really won't work for that girl!"
"That's right, Isn't it?"
For Isabella, who was trembling at the injustice of not even her mother believing her, Zanobi's companionship was a very welcome and happy thing. Zanobi listened to everything Isabella said without complaining.
Zanobi was equally excited about this opportunity. In his situation, having an intimate conversation with such a pretty and precious young lady was, on principle, something he could not even dream of. He could even sell his biological mother if this dream-like situation could continue. It was hard for him to even believe the story of his cousin, who usually kept her mouth shut and solemn, swearing.
"Isabella, trust me! I'm going to give that girl a real beating!"
"Huh! Huh!"
HE must do whatever it takes to please Isabella. Then wouldn't Isabella take care of him too?
As if answering Zanobi's plan, His Majesty the King's regular fall hunting competition was approaching. The sky was high, and the weather was perfect to scare a vulnerable girl.
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