The Wedding Business Novel
Marriange Of Convenience Novel
C27
In the end, Bianca dismissed all of her handmaidens as useless and forbade any interference except for her own orders. With no one by her side, even the maids who cleaned her room or served meals were periodically replaced. Years passed and Bianca felt unfamiliar with Yvonne's care. But she wasn't a bad feeling. Contrary to her expectation that she would be cumbersome, she was even nice.
Under Yvonne's meticulous touch, Bianca's outfit adjusted, and in her mink-lined leather gloves, she held a hand warmer. Heat spread out, and her body that had been crackling like ice gently relaxed. Bianca sighed in the satisfaction of the heat, and only then did she see Yvonne.
The woolen skirt sticking out seemed skimpy, and the cotton piece she seemed to be wearing inside was also skinny.
When he looked closely, he saw that there was no more than one or two layers of cloth inside. She seemed to be wearing all the clothes she could put on. It must have been a desperate measure, but it didn't seem that effective and he looked ugly. Bianca, who belatedly noticed Yvonne's outfit, asked with a frown.
"Come to think of it, what about your clothes?"
“Everyone dresses like this. Unlike the lady, I am strong.
Yvonne smiled as she revealed this. She slapped her forearm with her palm saying that she was strong, but the skin on her fingertips was swollen from the cold. Bianca grabbed Yvonne's hand without realizing it. Yvonne was surprised, but so was Bianca, who took her hand.
Bianca hid her embarrassment and asked as if nothing had happened.
"Isn't the tip of your nose red, too?" And the other maids don't dress like you. The maid who was cheeky with me yesterday was wearing much better clothes. Is the money you receive not enough?
-It is not like this.
Bianca, who is half a foot shorter than Yvonne, cared for Yvonne, like a child worried about an adult. Bianca was sixteen and Yvonne was twenty-one, so she wasn't much different.
Yvonne hesitated for a moment. She wants to show the best image of herself to Bianca, that she is her as her younger sister, but she was afraid that she would feel like she was approaching Bianca to gain an unfair advantage if she talks about the situation. of her family.
Also, the person standing next to her is Sir Gaspard, known as “the iron wall”. One of the three commanders of Count Arno. It was embarrassing to reveal his family status in front of him, as he was one of the men that all the castle servants were envious of.
But it was just embarrassing for her. As much as it was a really insignificant reason, it was absurd to hide it as something else. Her ears reddened with embarrassment, but Yvonne stammered and spoke bravely.
—I often send money because I have many relatives at home. But I heard there wasn't enough firewood this winter, so I sent more.
“I don't think it was just a little more.
“Actually, this time it was the money to buy new winter clothes. Still, I have my original winter clothes, so I thought it would be good for this year.
“The clothes you're wearing now aren't winter clothes. Come to think of it, the clothes you wore yesterday weren't as thin as today's. Where did your clothes go yesterday?
—…….
At Bianca's words, which delved into every detail, Yvonne couldn't continue speaking and kept her mouth shut. Yvonne wasn't lying. She was just hiding the embarrassing facts in silence. Yvonne bit her lip.
Ante, who was expelled for her off-color comments against Bianca, had quite a few friends among the maids. Her pretty face and her frank attitude made her an idol among her classmates, and men chased after pretty Ante.
Some of the nobles who came to Arno castle even flirted with Ante.
They didn't touch her out of respect for the Earl of Arno, but they softly whispered, “Why don't you come to my castle?” raising Ante's pride.
The reason why she raised her voice in public stating that she could win the Earl's heart was probably because she was encouraged by the kindness that was always showered on her.
Before, she had many friends. After Ante was kicked out, all the maids complained that Yvonne had betrayed Ante and was clinging to the mistress.
“Cunning girl. Do you think you'll get something for flattering the lady? Did you ever see the lady have someone next to her? She is useless. You sold your colleague out of greed. Traitor!”
Yvonne didn't betray Ante, but as a servant she was a natural. It was the lady who beat Ante, and her lord who ordered her to be expelled from her. And the cause of all that was Ante's light mouth.
But the maids didn't even think about it. They weren't close to mrs and lord, and Ante was her friend. Closing their eyes, pretending not to know her friend's flaws, they burned her only winter coat with the poker.
“Why don't you tell the lady? The lady is the person who hates being influenced the most. If she ever feels like you're trying to do something to use her, you'll be kicked out like Ante, so why don't you follow in Ante's footsteps?"
The poker touched Ante's clothing, and the cloth burned and wrinkled, leaving a large hole in it. Once again they threatened to make a big fuss about selling out his colleague, and then disappeared.
If Bianca's control had been great, this wouldn't have happened. However, it was Vincent who had the power to supervise the maids, so they knew that Bianca would be powerless against this.
Yvonne thought she was lucky it ended up like that. There would have been no way out if the clothes had been hidden, thrown in a place where they had accumulated filth or torn with a knife. If there is only one hole, she can fix it by sewing on a different fabric. Yvonne breathed a sigh of relief.
However, he didn't have enough time or scraps of cloth to wear those clothes today. Very few candles were given to the maids, and the room was too dark to rely on moonlight for sewing.
Bianca only hesitated for a moment, but looked at Yvonne, who couldn't answer easily. Bianca was just curious, she didn't want to reprimand Yvonne. Realizing there was no point in asking any more, Bianca shrugged and patted the sable fur coat.
“Come to think of it, ever since I bought the sable fur coat, I haven't worn the gray squirrel coat at all.
“Grey squirrel fur is a good fur, but it doesn't compare to sable or fox fur. This suits you better.
Gray squirrel fur was good value for money, but definitely cheap compared to sable fur. It was something Bianca had never seen before when she was at Blanchefort. At the time of her marriage to Arno, she had brought furs, but as the years passed and Bianca grew older, the furs she had were insufficient.
However, the Arno family at that time had no money due to the long war. White fox fur is also now widely available, but the financial situation of the Arno family at the time limited the amount of gray squirrel fur.
Bianca now had a lot of high quality fur. She no longer needs to wear gray squirrel fur. Her skin will probably rot on her chest for the rest of her life. Bianca kept talking quietly, as if nothing had happened.
-That's how it is. So I don't think I'll ever wear a gray squirrel coat. Get rid of him.
-What?
Because I don't use it. How would I wear something like that? I also bought a white fox fur this year, so I don't think I'll use it anymore. Either use it or throw it away. Still, I'd rather you use it. Wouldn't it be a big deal if you catch a cold before you even start taking care of me? You are my maid.
Bianca spoke bluntly on purpose, and then turned around. The small back of her, as she walked proudly with her chin up, she was determined not to listen to any other objections.
"The lady now, did she think of me?"
Yvonne closed her eyes. The gray squirrel fur was only cheap from Bianca's point of view, but from the point of view of a commoner, Yvonne, it was a precious commodity that could not be obtained even with a year's salary. But what really moved Yvonne was Bianca's words, which seemed to hint that she would keep her by her side, rather than the fact that she would get gorgeous fur.
Unlike a maid doing chores from a distance, it was a place where she could help her master by his side. Bianca definitely called Yvonne “my maid”….
-…we go.
Yvonne, who had followed Bianca's back in confusion, looked up at Gaspard's sudden words, startled in surprise.
Gaspard looked at Yvonne with eyes like the dark night sky, then stepped forward and followed Bianca.
Yvonne, coming to her senses at that moment, grabbed her skirt and ran after them. The cold seeping into her skin was soon forgotten.
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