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Celine, Viscount Volne's daughter, smiled and glanced quickly at Bianca's outfit. Her dress looked very luxurious. It's red! Fearing the cost of the dye, she couldn't even afford such a dress. How rich she must be, for a moment, envy and a desire to show off to Bianca arose in her eyes.
However, upon closer inspection, the jewel in the necklace was a peridot. Although it was his first time seeing such a large and transparent peridot,
it was not suitable for that dress which would require a jewel no less than emerald. Her family doesn't seem to be up to the dress either.
Still, if you go for a walk dressed like this, you will probably be a woman from a "proper" family. It is not a dress that you can wear just for vanity. As well as the escort behind her.
The man who acted as escort was very large and menacing. Celine cringed a little, but thinking there was no reason for her to, she craned her neck.
Anyway, once you know who your family is, all your questions will be answered. Celine, who thought hard for a short while, her eyes lit up.
In a short period of time, it wouldn't be possible to get more information than this just by looking at the clothes. Celine was proud of herself for her shrewd response and her keen eye.
However, contrary to Celine's thoughts that she had secretly watched Bianca, her thoughts seemed clear to Bianca.
Bianca didn't miss the fact that Celine's gaze lingered on her necklace for an unusually long time, her brows furrowing when she saw the jewels on the necklace. Bianca instinctively realized that she had been devalued. Bianca's mood deteriorated rapidly.
He has a bad personality and bad looks.
Although peridot was a cheaper mineral compared to emerald. The pearl necklace that adorned the peridot was thick and smooth, without blemishes.
As she appraised the jewels in the pendant, she didn't seem to have figured out what it meant to attach peridot to such a precious pearl necklace.
In that case, either he wasn't smart enough to know the meaning, or he didn't have enough vision to recognize the level of a pearl necklace.
So you should at least have a good personality.
Bianca, who was displeased with Celine, said softly with a sullen expression on her face.
“This is Bianca of Arno.
He didn't even want to say her name, but his opponent was a noblewoman. Unless she knew what family she was from, it was necessary to maintain the minimum of courtesy.
However, it was only the minimum. It is customary to ask the other person about their identity, but Bianca kept her mouth shut. Because she didn't really care and she didn't seem to need to know.
Bianca nodded gracefully.
"I'll be leaving now, so you can take your time and look around."
“You don't have to go because of us. How about we look around together?
Another woman, surprised by the word Arno, quickly held Bianca back. She was a woman with ash golden hair. The other blonde woman nodded as if she agreed.
While making a ruckus, the red-haired woman simply staggered back in embarrassment. Everywhere you look, she seems to be influenced by the people around her. It was a shame, but it wasn't something Bianca cared about.
It was enough for Bianca to be considerate of them alone to dispel the annoyance that their long walk was interrupted. Annoyed, Bianca cut off her silly comments that were holding her back.
-Nope. I don't feel well. Then I say goodbye.
Bianca calmly cut off her words and left the garden. The shock was disgusting. She didn't like being forced to date people she didn't want to date.
Forcing herself to smile warmly and try to get closer to her husband was enough.
As soon as Bianca moved her foot, Yvonne and Gaspard followed her.
Gaspard's gaze lingered on them for a moment. As if to remember who they were.
After Bianca left, the four noblewomen who remained in the garden looked at each other with puzzled expressions.
There were two cases where one showed his displeasure immediately. When you don't know the manners or when you don't want to use them.
The Countess of Arno is a woman from the Blanchefort family. Since she couldn't possibly be ignorant of the customs, it was clearly the latter. The women, who thought they had been insulted, started to get angry one by one.
"Is that the famous Countess Arno?"
“The rumors aren't completely untrue.
-Maybe not…
“It is also said that 'that' countess raised her hands at Arno Castle.
The three blonde aristocratic women muttered. In particular, it was Celine who raised her voice. Bianca didn't hide her contempt and it hurt Celine's pride. Her admiration for the dress Bianca was wearing wrapped her in an inferiority complex.
“Is that all you wear with a dress like that? On the subject of wearing only a peridot necklace… If it's peridot necklace, I have enough to fill my hand."
The peridot necklace was too trivial to be Bianca's weakness, and it wasn't even a weakness in the first place. The red dress and greenish-yellow jewelry went surprisingly well together. But her necklace was one of the few that could be mistaken for being slightly “better” than the one Bianca had.
Celine said with a stiff neck.
"You don't have to be so proud of yourself with a peridot necklace... Did you notice that the necklace the Countess of Arno was wearing was a peridot?"
"Is it really a peridot?" I don't use peridot. It's a shame for a woman like the Countess of Arno to use that. Unless she mistakenly bought it thinking it was an emerald.
"I bet he's not very perceptive."
In his sarcastic tone, you could feel how much he puts Bianca down. But it didn't matter. All of these people here were in cahoots and shared a bond of homogeneity by talking behind their backs. Their secret conversation would never reach Bianca's ears.
Celine smiled and turned to the Countess of Davoville, the only one of them who kept her mouth shut and silent.
“Come to think of it, the necklace the Countess of Davoville is wearing is really pretty.
-So it's true. Did Earl Davoville buy it for you? He is a really brilliant sapphire.
—……
Catherine, the Countess of Davoville, noticed that Celine was trying to engage her in their conversation. But she did not want to slander others by judging them.
However, as Bianca thought, she wasn't strong enough to ignore the conversation or leave her seat just because she didn't like it. If she had done it in the first place, she would not have been swayed by these three noblewomen she met in the capital. Catherine laughed awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.
It was a coincidence meeting them. As they met Bianca today, they greeted her as she walked and shared about each other's families.
When they found out that she was the cousin of the First Princess, they sincerely asked her to take them to meet the First Princess.
Catherine wasn't good at refusing, so she took them and went to see the First Princess. The princess greeted them politely, but she was very embarrassed by their conversation, which consisted mainly of gossip, backstories, and cheeky praise.
I mean, conversations like this.
“Her hair is dark and dull, and her personality is so gloomy and rough, that no matter what jewelry she wears, it won't fit her. Count Arno is very good to such a wife.
“That must be why you've left her on the property until now. This time, it must have been unavoidable because it was an important event….
In Sevran, blonde hair is the condition to define how handsome a person is. This is because the royal family of Sevran, from generation to generation has possessed blonde hair and blue eyes, but it gradually changed to define the condition of beauty. So those who were even slightly blond were proud of their hair.
This was the case for the three noble girls standing next to Catherine. They insisted that her hair was blonde, though it was the same color as tree bark compared to the bright blonde that seemed to melt honey.
And Catherine's hair was too red to insist on being blonde. Catherine's ears turned red because she felt she had been cursed, not Bianca. Catherine mustered up some courage and defended Bianca.
"But she may be really sick." Her pale skin made her look ill.
“There's no way a sick person could walk around the garden dressed like that. Oh maybe….
"Do you have any ideas, Celine?"
Another woman asked Celine. Celine hesitated for a moment, then she pretended not to win.
“Maybe she's looking for a secret lover… So maybe that's why she didn't like it when we asked her to go for a walk together? Oh sure, this is just my guess.
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