THIBV - Chapter 114

At that moment, Penelope was sitting in the reception room set up in the dressing room.

It was a place where noble ladies often came and went.

The clothing store specializing in custom-made clothes basically operated on a reservation basis because the waiting time was long. If you didn't want to wait, you could also call the clothing store staff to your residence.

However, the reason why noble ladies came to the costume shop was not necessarily to have clothes made.

The costume shop also served as a place for casual encounters.

There was no better place than a costume shop for a simple gathering that was not as formal as a party or tea gathering.

The ladies sat in groups of three or four around several tables in the reception room and chatted.

Everyone knew Penelope was sitting blankly in the corner, but no one cared.

Penelope gritted her teeth.

She thought being ridiculed by people was the worst thing, but she found out that being treated like an invisible person was even worse.

'It's not even worth worrying about, what the?'

Penelope was filled with resentment at her situation, which was no longer even a topic of gossip.

This was especially true whenever Bridget's name came up among the ladies.

Penelope heard how well Bridget was doing at the palace, Inviting nobles to tea parties every day and piling up mountains of gifts.

'I'm sick of it.'

Why does Bridget keep becoming a topic of conversation everywhere?

What's so great about that?

Penelope was so jealous of Bridget, who had become a hot topic of conversation.

But she couldn't just leave because she was blinded by jealousy.

Penelope looked for the people the Duke of Linchester had told her about.

'Are those people Baroness Beaumont and Countess Weatherby?'

Judging from the descriptions given to her by the nanny, they were indeed the women Penelope was sewing.

The two were pregnant. Apparently, they had recently been to Bridget's tea party and received a cleansing treatment.

Penelope glanced at them, waiting for her chance.

She had the money for a dress sent by the Duke of Linchester for this purpose.

Ordering a dress without a reservation from the most sought-after designers in the wardrobe required a deposit and a long wait.

Penelope, who had come here for some reason, had a very long waiting time, so she placed an order with the most famous designer.

As she sat there like that, the dresser soon called over Baroness Beaumont and Countess Weatherby.

"Would you like to come and take a look? I'll choose the fabric first."

If they were sitting here, they would often be called out to choose fabric, interview a designer, take measurements, leave the room, and then come back.

When Baroness Beaumont and Countess Weatherby went out with their party to look at the fabrics, the drawing room was halved in number.

"The chair cushion is so hard that my butt hurts."

Penelope muttered to herself like that, then got up and pretended to wander between the tables.

Then she took something out of her handbag and plunged it into the teacups that Baroness Beaumont and Countess Weatherby were drinking from.

Then as if nothing had happened, she returned to her seat and as soon as she sat down, the two women returned to their seats.

Penelope stood up, watching them eat and drink tea and cookies while they were absorbed in their conversation.

The costume shop clerk came to call the other ladies and asked Penelope, who was just about to leave.

"Miss Penelope, it's not your turn yet. Should you just go?"

"It seems like it's getting too late today, so I'll come next time."

"Then should I return the deposit?"

"Let's not talk about money, yes? It's dirty. I'll send someone to make a reservation date soon, so just know that."

"Oh, yes."

The costume shop clerk bowed her head and stuck out her lips invisibly.

Penelope walked coldly past the staff and out of the reception room.

At that moment, the girls' shrill voices reached her ears.

There was a group of girls who were unable to enter the reception room, which was full of ladies, and were looking at ready-made hats outside.

"Huh? Oh... Isn't that the person? The person whose portrait was in the gossip magazine. The concubine."

"Now that you mention it, that's true. Hmm. It doesn't seem to be hot. The dress is still a winter dress."

Penelope was wearing a winter dress that Bridget had given her as a gift.

Since her falling out with Isaac, she has been unable to sew clothes, so the only spring dress she has is one that the Count of Bellingham had made for her when he was still in good health. It was old and outdated, so she put off wearing it as much as possible.

A girl laughed at Penelope, a little louder than she should have.

"I guess she doesn't get the maintenance allowance that a real wife gets because she's a concubine."

"Hey, you gave up your title as a Countess to become a concubine, and that's all you get to receive?"

It was then that a girl wearing expensive designer clothes that stood out even among the girls walked elegantly through the gap and spoke as she brushed past Penelope.

"Wow! This must have been crazy love!"

That girl was Leticia.

Leticia walked past Penelope and scratched her head.

"Oh my Isn't it tragic and romantic, kids? I gave everything I had and chased after only love, but love faded away, and only a miserable, unfortunate woman remained. Ah, it's like a play."

Then she added coolly,

"Unfortunately, I have no clue who is talking about so I have no idea."

Penelope glared at Leticia, shaking.

What do you mean you don't know? You're mocking me so openly.

Just a moment ago, she thought it wouId be better to be the target of ridicule than an invisible man, but when she actually received the ridicule, it wasn't like that at all.

Penelope was so angry that the corners of her mouth twitched.

'You bitch, you still have blood on your head!'

Penelope wanted to slap Leticia in the face.

But before she could raise her hand, the costume shop owner came rushing out from inside the building and bowed politely before Leticia.

"Are you here, Miss? Why didn't you call me before you came? If you had, I would have taken you to the special room on the second floor right away."

This costume shop was run by the Lunarock family.

Leticia, surrounded by the costume shop staff who had rushed out with the representative, raised her head proudly.

"Can you clear it now? Can I go up?"

"Oh, yes. Sure. I'll prepare it for you with your favorite tea."

Leticia glanced at Penelope, smirked, and followed the costume shop owner up the stairs.

From behind, Penelope screamed, "Aaak!" and stomped her feet.

"Why are you doing this? It's embarrassing to do this here."

She was stopped by the costume shop staff and kicked out.

Leticia stopped on the steps and watched the scene with delight.

'Ah, it's thrilling. It was a fun and easy place to lie down in my boring daily life.'

She had come to the palace on vacation due to her mother's wishes to get a summer dress made, but it was an unexpected pleasure.

***

Penelope rode home in a hired carriage. She was so angry that her face still looked hot.

As she huffed up the stairs, she ran into Isaac who was coming down.

"What are you doing? Where the hell are you running around like that? That's why the kid looks like his nanny!"

Isaac suddenly shouted at her.

Penelope cried out in frustration.

"What nonsense are you talking about! He's my baby! Who said he looks like whom? My baby! My baby! Are you still being swayed by that crazy talk that Bridget brought you?"

Isaac became even angrier, trying to hide his hurt feelings.

"Who said that? You have to show your face to the child so that he/she can see your face and resemble you! Oh, you don't even know anything. And who dares to yell at me? Huh?"

Penelope gritted her teeth and glared at Isaac.

Her stomach turned as she remembered the girls making sarcastic remarks about her earlier.

This is not why she seduced this man. This is not why she gave up her title as Countess and had a baby! She just wanted to steal a little bit of Bridget's happiness!

'Why do I have to be treated like this? Why me? Why me!'

She felt like she was going crazy from the wrong feeling.

Isaac shook his head as she burst into tears.

"You start yelling and screaming all the time, and you start crying because you heard something. You can't say anything. Tsk tsk."

Penelope gritted her teeth as she watched Isaac turn around and leave.

'Just wait and see. Just wait and see. Just wait and see!'

Originally, this misfortune was Bridget's lot.

Penelope vowed.

I will let misfortune find its master. Surely.

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