* * *
āWhat on earth is going on?ā
Cynthia snuck a look over at Masera.
Masera was staring at Heleneās dress with a blank expression.
āSo Duke Rukanosa snatched it up. How ridiculously petty.ā
Clearly the Duke, who couldnāt stand being overshadowed by Masera in even the smallest thing, had intervened and stolen it.
“ā¦ā¦.”
Without realizing it, Masera glanced over to study Cynthiaās face.
He fully expected her to look disappointed or hurt. But instead, she wore the same calm expression as always.
“Ugh, canāt believe my sister beat me to it. Well, at least thereās still plenty of time until our wedding.”
“You seemed to really like that dress. Doesnāt it upset you?”
“Why would it? I can just get another one. This time, weāll pick it out properly.”
Then Cynthia tilted her head, puzzled, and added,
“Itās weird though. My sister hates copying other people more than anything. She always wants something unique. Sheās practically allergic to trendsākind of like a hipster.”
“I donāt know what kind of illness that is, but perhaps Duke Rukanosa coveted it.”
“Oh, to wear himself?”
Cynthia drew a completely unbiased conclusion.
He didnāt bother answering. It wasnāt worth dignifying.
Even if they were sworn enemies, the wedding itself was dazzling and beautiful. Seeing the garden completely covered in fresh flowers in the dead of winter was enough to make anyone gasp.
Cynthia looked around the garden with admiration.
āBurning through this much cash just for a single day? Well, not my money, not my problem. So what if the rich want to set their wealth on fire.ā
It all contributed to the economy, after all.
Thinking that, Cynthia rose from her seat, planning to grab some cake from the lavish buffet.
Suddenly Cynthiaās hand froze mid-air.
A cluster black haired ladies, all with overpowering presence, were gossiping about Helene. They were speaking elegantly in a foreign language.
[“I thought she would at least be well-educated, being royalty, but sheās no better than any common nobleās daughter.”]
[“She canāt even join our conversation, as she doesnāt speak Medeian.”]
It clearly wasnāt the local language, but was magically translated for Cynthia to hear.
The āMedeaā they spoke of was one of the powerful nations that ruled countless colonies.
āCome to think of it, black hair is common for Medeians.ā
She remembered hearing that Duke Rukanosaās mother was a royal from a Medeian collateral line.
The ladies, who continued their elegant gossip, were likely the Dukeās maternal relatives, and also Medeian royalty from collateral lines.
[“Still, the youngest seems to resemble the founding royal family the most.”]
[“Oh my, thereās the youngest princess now. Sheās been quite the hot topic in high society these days. āCynthiaā is another name for the moon goddess Artemis, isnāt it? Just like āHeleneā is named after a goddess.”]
āThe hot topic of high society?ā
As Cynthia carried the cake back, she tilted her head.
What could they possibly be buzzing about? Was it because of that ugly incident at the engagement ceremony?
“Cindy.”
At the familiar voice, Cynthia blinked and turned around.
Carlos, all dressed up, was smiling at her with twinkling eyes.
“Itās been a while, did you dress up so prettily for me?ā
Cynthia lowered her gaze to look over her outfit, then lifted her head again and narrowed her eyes slightly.
“No. Women dress up to impress other women, didnāt you know?”
Most of the time, all the primping was so youād hear other women say things like āSheesh, Queenā or āStep on me, Mommyā it was all about that flood of female approval.
Carlos gave a little cough and muttered,
“These days, honestly⦠I canāt figure out why youāve suddenly changed. You used to be so sweet, docile, and always smiling⦔
Cynthia let out a long sigh, āHuuuuuā. That ādocileā bit was particularly grating.
Then Carlos leaned in close and whispered under his breath,
“I heard three of your servants died.”
Cynthia smiled again.
“They were embezzling military supplies. It was quite the headache making sure it didnāt impact the County.”
“Right, I didnāt think it was your doing. Unless you had killed them by accident, like before, but you donāt have the guts to pull off something like that. I figured the Brigadier General did it in response to what happened at your engagement party.”
Cynthia didnāt respond.
“Heās someone who kills his fiancĆ©eās servants without blinking. You really think heāll treat you any differently?”
It was a warning in case she was thinking of seeking Maseraās help.
“Cindy, once youāre married, you need to watch your back. Itād be a mess if you got pregnant. Donāt think heāll suddenly cherish you just because youāre carrying his child.”
Basking in the sunlight, Cynthia stared vacantly into the distance for a long moment. Then she finally broke the silence.
“Are you done with all your bullshit? I want to go eat my cake.”
“What part of that was bullshit?”
“Hmm⦠pretty sure no one asked your opinion. Wasnāt it you who always said your ideal type was a childless, docile, naĆÆve divorcĆ©e?”
Carlosās face twisted in disbelief when he realized she hadnāt been listening at all.
Meanwhile, Masera was watching the two of them from a distance.
Even though they were only talking, just looking at them together put him in a foul mood. Maybe even more so than before.
It was strangeāwhen had that pasty-white creature started to influence his mood like this?
Clink.
At the sound of a dessert plate being set down, Masera looked over to see Cynthia smiling, cheeks flushed.
“Brigadier General, you like this too, donāt you? I wanted to eat it together. But the cakeās frozen solid.”
“Fascinating.”
Masera replied without much enthusiasm, eyes sliding away.
“Come on, letās pretend to be affectionate again.”
In a rare move, Cynthia offered him the strawberry from her cake.
Conscious of Carlos watching, Masera obediently accepted it.
A moment later, the crunch of the frozen strawberry shattering in his mouth could be heard.
“ā¦ā¦.”
“See, I told you it was frozen.”
* * *
Before long, the ceremony wrapped up, and the Duke and Helene went inside to change into their party outfits for the reception.
The Duke wore a smug smile, proud of having thrown a wedding so grand that no one could easily replicate it.
āLetās see if someone from sub-par stock, like Masera, could pull off a wedding like this. Even if he did, heād just be wasting money on a fake.ā
Feeling thoroughly satisfied, he turned to Helene to accept her thanks.
“Iām truly touched that you prepared such a special dress for me yourself⦔
Up until now, there had only ever been the dry formality typical of a political marriage.
And bearing the skilled ridicule from her mother-in-law and his maternal relatives, who were all from powerful collateral royals lines was no small feat.
So the Dukeās unexpected gesture had moved her deeply.
Helene felt like the happiest woman alive as she attended her reception, greeting each and every guest.
Amidst the deluge of blessings, one of the Dukeās maternal relatives brought up Heleneās wedding dress.
“Youāre wearing one of Maryseirenās wedding gowns. I hear you have to wait years just to place an order.”
“Yes, Iām grateful he went to such trouble.”
Heleneās cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink.
The woman toyed with her black hair, flashing an elegant smile.
“Is that so? I heard Brigadier General Vicente personally sourced the pearls and diamonds for his princessā dressādid he happen to change his mind and cancel the order? Even so, it wouldnāt have been easy to acquire⦔
“Madam!”
Someone hurriedly tried to stop her.
But the damage was doneāher words, clearly meant to embarrass the Ducal House, had already turned the Dowager Duchessā face red with anger.
Heleneās own expression chilled in an instant.
āThe Brigadier General had that dress made for Cynthia? And the Duke made me wear it?ā
Heleneās tightly clenched hands trembled.
Meanwhile, Cynthia, who had been completely unaware that the dress had been made solely for her, dropped her jaw in shock.
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Wooooow. That’s humiliating. What a move on all sides.
Iām even more confused now. If the dress was MADE FOR HER, how was the designer allowed to sell it to someone else? Even if he is the duke? The general can also take down the designer business so they lose either way