CHAPTER 17

How The Male Lead Cures The Young Lady Who Has A Limited Time

A few days later.

Yvette woke up in the morning to a knock on the mansion door.

Perhaps it was time for the flowers to wither, because the muscles all over my body ached.

Sure enough. When I reflected the back of my neck in the mirror, I saw that the tip of the petals were turning black.

'I'll have to go see Noel before things get any worse.'

Yvette yawned leisurely, thinking she should contact Noel later.

'…...Who's been knocking on the door since morning, by the way? Is there another invitation?'

Although fewer than before, a large number of letters were still delivered to her doorstep.

Yvette, who recalled the envelopes piled up on the desk, entered the bathroom with a tired face.

Hot steam came from the bathtub that had been warmed with hot water before.

Soon after, Yvette took off her sleepwear and was about to enter the bathtub.

With a knock on the door, Philia's voice was heard.

"Lady, can I come in for a second?"

"I was about to wash up, why? Is it urgent?"

"Well, we've got a visitor from the Duke of Aberon."

"......Duke of Aberon?"

Yvette narrowed her eyes.

At that moment, she remembered the letter she had exchanged with Noel a few days ago.

'Right, a designer was supposed to come today.'

I made an appointment and almost forgot about it.

"I'll be getting ready first, so can you show the guest to the drawing room?"

"Yes! I'll be right back!"

As soon as I finished talking, I heard Philia running.

By the time she returned to her room, Yvette had finished her bath and stood in front of the mirror.

"How about this dress, Count?"

Busy-moving Philia pulled a dark navy dress out of her closet.

It was a simple design with lace attached to the neckline, which was slightly cut into a square shape, and no decorations underneath.

The thin, flowing fabric did not stick too much, but moderately revealed the lines of her body.

"Yes, I think that will do."

Yvette quickly changed her clothes with the help of Philia.

Philia only dried my hair neatly because I thought it would make the visitor wait too long.

After all the preparations, I checked myself in the mirror.

Still, there were times when this face felt unfamiliar.

Soon after, Yvette, who was looking at the mirror with a strange expression, turned her back.

It was finally time to meet Averon's exclusive designer.

* * * *

"Hello, Count Blanche. My name is Berry, the designer of Aberon."

After finishing the preparation, Yvette immediately headed to the drawing room.

As she moved forward, a woman sitting on the sofa rose gracefully from her seat.

The woman who introduced herself as "Berry" gave off a rather blunt impression.

In addition, she wore a suit that looked more like a riding suit instead of a dress.

The neat achromatic suit went very well with Berry, so Yvette inadvertently shed an exclamation.

"Your clothes are pretty."

Berry opened her eyes wide as if she was surprised at the compliment that went out before saying hello.

Suddenly, a blunt voice echoed through the living room, just like the first impression.

"……Thank you."

Yvette sat down and beckoned Berry to sit down, too.

"I heard from Noel. He praised you for being so talented."

"I've always worked hard so that the Duke won't be disappointed."

Berry answered humbly.

Yvette liked berry at once.

"Looking at the clothes you're wearing today, I don't think it's nonsense that you're talented. Did you make those clothes yourself?"

"Yes."

Berry nodded briefly.

'I don't think you're the type of person who talks much.'

Yvette took notes to herself and continued with the question.

"I like the design, can you make similar clothes for me?"

"You mean this clothes?"

Berry opened her eyes wide and looked at Yvette.

It was the same reaction as when she said the clothes were pretty.

"Yes, that clothes."

As Yvette nodded, Berry murmured.

"The Duke said that the Count would order a dress……."

"Of course I'm going to order a dress. But I thought it would be nice to have a pair of comfortable clothes."

Berry had a strange look on her face at the words.

However, she nodded without saying much, as if she was not the type to let out her thoughts easily.

"I'll make it for you if you want."

"Okay. Then it's time to decide on the dress."

"Do you have any designs in mind?"

"Most importantly, I want it to be comfortable when I wear it. It would be nice if it's comfortable and pretty, but…… Those two words don't go together easily."

Berry took out her notebook and wrote down her words meticulously.

When she started talking about work in earnest, her face became very serious.

"Do you have a color you like or, conversely, don't like?"

"I prefer blue, and what I don't like is, red?"

"You seem to like things that match your eye color."

"Yes. And red reminds me of blood."

Since she was a person with her life at stake, she had no choice but to be sensitive to life-related subjects like blood.

Berry nodded softly and continued to ask questions.

"Do you like fancy designs?"

"No, I don't like designs that have a lot of lace and puffy skirts. As I said before, I like comfortable clothes."

"I'll keep that in mind."

After discussing the design for a while, Berry suggested taking measurements.

In the drawing room where everyone could come in and out, Yvette took Berry and headed to her bedroom.

Philia also came in because she couldn't be alone with a stranger.

Berry placed Yvette in front of the mirror, then took a tape measure and measured her slowly.

Yvette held her breath and maintained her posture because it was a task that required accuracy.

It was only after a lot of patience that she was finally freed.

"We're done with the measurements. I'll send you a draft design soon."

"How long will it take to make a dress? I think there's a chance I will attend a party soon."

"It probably won't take too long. Because the duke ordered me to concentrate only on the count's clothes."

'He didn't have to do that.'

Even though she thought it was too kind, Yvette couldn't help but smile.

Apparently, Noel Averon seemed to be absorbed with the role of being her fiancée.

"See you next time, then."

Berry, who had packed her things, greeted Yvette.

Yvette waved her hand lightly to her.

"I'm looking forward to Berry's work. Thank you for coming all the way here."

"……Thank you."

With those words, Berry quietly left Whitley.

Yvette made sure to peek through the window that she was gone, and looked back at Philia.

"Philia, is there any paper left in the mansion?"

"For a letter? There's probably a few left, why?"

"I think it would be better to say thank you in advance."

"Oh, will you send a letter to the Duke?"

Philia made a fuss covering her mouth with both hands.

"I'll hurry up and get a paper! And a quill!"

"Please."

As soon as she finished talking, Philia ran out of the room.

As usual, Yvette burst into laughter when she was as motivated as ever.

After sending the letter like that, about a day later.

Noel replied to her letter in an unexpected way.

* * * *

"Count, it's from the West."

"….Pardon? The West?"

Yvette, who started the day as usual, was handed a note from Harbert with a puzzled face.

'Sending a letter from the west, It means it's urgent news.'

It was common to communicate by letter unless it was quite urgent.

This is because birds trained in the West are not common, and if they are sent incorrectly, they cannot deliver news when it is important.

'Was there anyone who could send me this?'

Yvette, who was reading the note, stopped as soon as she saw what was written inside.

'What's this?'

"Who sent it?"

Harbert asked cautiously. He must also have been curious about the person who sent a letter from the west.

Yvette answered by folding the note carefully.

"Who do you think it is?"

"No way, Duke Averon?"

"Correct."

"I can't believe he's sending me a letter at this hour. Is there something wrong with the duke?"

Harbert's face was filled with anxiety.

On the other hand, Yvette did not appear to be agitated at all.

"No, it's not like that….."

Yvette was speechless for a moment. And an outrageous laugh just escaped from her mouth.

"Right now, he's on his way here."

* * * *

A few hours later.

Yvette was enjoying tea time alone in the drawing room waiting for Noel.

In her hand was a cup of tea that Harbert had prepared in advance.

It's been about 10 minutes since she's been waiting for him with warm tea.

A long-awaited guest appeared in the drawing room.

"......It's been a long time, but you're still beautiful."

Noel sends a friendly greeting as soon as he sees Yvette.

It was clear that he was conscious of Harbert, who was waiting next to him.

'....that's how it came out.'

Yvette, who once wriggled her eyebrows, greeted him with a bright smile.

"You seem to have gotten more handsome while I haven’t seen you. I think I'm going to fall for you one more time."

Noel opened his eyes wide for a moment, perhaps not knowing Yvette would respond in the same way.

Soon a smile appeared on his lips.

“I should have come sooner. I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

"No, I'm not. Time flies when I'm waiting for you."

Yvette and Noel exchanged embarrassing words as if they were in a fight of nerves.

Knowing that they were acting together, it felt like they were spitting more freely.

However, Herbert, unable to know about it, ended up becoming an unnoticed supporting actor among affectionate lovers.

"Well, well. then I'll leave you two alone."

Harbert quickly escaped, coughing.

Apparently, he was deceived by their acting.

-to be continued

Translated by Aria

Not 100% correct

Credit to the Author

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