“Oh, alright, alright. I’ll coordinate your outfit with this hat today, as you wish, Miss, so please stop with the excessive praise. Sometimes, I think you secretly enjoy teasing me.”
“Teasing? I’m being serious. Amira, you know, wouldn’t you like to start a business with me someday? If you’re worried about doing it alone, that is. I’ll take care of the investment and management. What do you say?”
“Hahaha, alright! Let’s do it, then. We can split the shares 50/50.”
“Don’t even think about it. One-tenth is more than enough. You’ll get scammed somewhere later, Amira.”
“I could get scammed by you a hundred times over, Miss.”
“Such flattery… I can’t let that happen. I’ll have to keep an eye on you, I’m so worried.”
Amira and Ariella exchanged words so sweet that even the most affectionate couples would be envious.
Adam, who was listening to their conversation from beyond the door, had a rather peculiar expression on his face, but the two women, lost in their own world, were too busy laughing and giggling to notice.
“Oh, speaking of which, a letter came from His Highness the Crown Prince. Have you checked it?”
While putting on the dress she had chosen to match the hat, Amira cautiously brought up the subject of Aaron.
Ariella replied without much of a change in expression, as if it were nothing.
“Yeah, it was just the same old stuff.”
The letter from the Imperial Family, which had been a while in coming, contained content that was very much like Aaron.
He pretended not to have lost any of his characteristic arrogance and confidence, asking after her well-being and informing her of his own good health.
The rumors circulating were just nonsense, and he only had a few scars, so there was nothing wrong with him, and she shouldn’t misunderstand anything and should come to see him.
“Why does he want to see me when it doesn’t even work? What a joke.”
Perhaps he thought it might function again if he saw her, or perhaps he was simply struggling to accept the fact that he had become impotent.
She only felt sorry for Lizzy. Her fiancé had become impotent, yet she didn’t break off the engagement and instead covered for him, only for him to seek out other women.
“So, are you going to see him?”
“Hmm… I’m thinking of visiting him in the hospital sometime. I think it might be fun.”
It seemed meaningful to see Aaron’s pathetic state with her own eyes. Amira, who seemed to have had a similar thought, nodded as she fastened the buttons.
Thanks to Amira’s quick hands, she quickly finished putting on the dress.
It would have been faster if there had been another maid, but Amira preferred to serve her alone. It was also because she didn’t want any other maid to pass on information to Lizzy.
“How should we do your makeup?”
“As pretty and glamorous as possible. That’s what Father told me to do, so I have to pretend to listen.”
“Sigh… It’s my greatest pleasure to dress you up, Miss, but I’m not in the mood today. To have to doll you up to meet that ugly old man!”
Ariella burst out laughing at the blunt name-calling.
The ugly old man referred to Baron Turner. Tonight, Ariella was scheduled to have dinner with him alone at a high-end restaurant in the city, and she was putting a lot of effort into her appearance, as her father had instructed.
Amira wasn’t really worried that Ariella would marry Baron Turner. It was because she had a good grasp of the lady she served.
However, she was annoyed that her precious Miss had to dine with a man who didn’t know his place.
She was itching to slap Duke Bedford on the forehead for ordering her to dress her up as if he were ordering her to pack goods.
“Still, make me pretty.”
Ariella smiled at Amira, who was getting angry on her behalf.
“You never know, I might run into someone else besides that ugly old man today.”
