Chapter 20

Chanel was different from most dress shop designers.

Chanel spoke with a radiant expression.

You were able to acquire a Chanel dress for only 500 gold. I think Lady Pernia has quite a lot of luck.

It's not luck, it's skill.

Chanel pursed her lips a little bit more.

I understood why she was making such a face.

Because having to make my dress wasn't something she wanted.

[You have to make my dress the same as the saintess'. That's a condition of this deal.]

Chanel's face, which was excited at the thought of making a saintess' dress, vividly distorted.

It may be her only solace that my clothes were separately paid for.

As Chanel moved about her tape measure she said.

Lady Pernia, once again, your dress will have less fabric and embellishments compared to the saintess' dress. You must keep that in mind. I don't want you to get angry later because the quality between the two complete dresses differs.

That was obvious.

In the first place, it was unreasonable to ask Chanel to make a dress for only 500 gold.

It was even more ridiculous to ask for a dress of the same quality as Estelle's in this situation.

I smiled and glanced at her.

Of course. I know that better than anyone else, so do your best at making Miss Estelle's dress.

Make it so stunning and glamorous that no one can compete.

Estelle and I then stood side by side to discuss with Chanel what kind of dress she would make.

Chanel's eyes were only directed at Estelle, saying she would contact her when the design sketch was completed.

She dared look as if she wanted to steal away the female lead, but what Estelle said to her made me feel placated.

Then I look forward to working with you, Miss Chateau.

Chanel was stunned by Estelle, who hadn't remembered her name properly.

I echoed Estelle with my arms crossed.

Yes, Miss Chateau, thank you for your hard work.

To have the female lead all to myself felt thrilling! And refreshing!

'Hmph. It's been a long time since I went out. It's sad to just go home like this. It'd be nice to go to a cafe and chat. That's standard procedure for outings with friends.'

But I couldn't tell Estelle to go to the cafe and play with me.

Estelle was both a saintess and a devout believer in strict personal discipline.

Attending a banquet through invitation by nobility or the royal family was only done to maintain necessary relationships as a saintess.

She wouldn't go to such frivolous places like a cafe.

'Even if we did, Estelle wouldn't be able to eat desserts made of such luxuries like sugar, so it'd be difficult.'

But then, Estelle spoke in a clear voice, barely containing her desire.

Thanks to Miss Nia, I was able to save some money and find a good store. I'd like to go to a cafe and get you a nice cup of tea and dessert as thanks, is that okay?

I opened my eyes wide at an unexpected suggestion.

Can we?

Of course.

Oh my God.

At this point, most people would say, But Miss Estelle doesn't like such places. I couldn't possibly have you overexert yourself on my behalf. But I didn't.

Estelle brought it up first! So we must go!

I spoke, reminded of something.

Then shall we go to the cafe I wanted to go to? It happens to be around here.

Okay. Estelle grinned.

This is great!

I linked arms with Estelle and headed to the cafe. It was recently open and a popular place amongst the nobility.

As soon as we entered the cafe, I could feel the occupants' stares.

Some of them were so surprised their eyes were nearly bulging, seeming to recognize Estelle.

Fortunately, Estelle didn't care about the glances and looked around the cafe.

Wow, the cafe is really pretty.

Right?

I headed to the display stand with Estelle.

I couldn't stop ogling the cakes in the glass display cases.

It is as they say!

Strawberry cakes with cute strawberry themed decorations, cakes with fresh cream adorning them, and chocolate cakes that looked so rich you could practically taste them just by looking.

The beauty of the immaculately decorated cakes was akin to a work of art.

They were cakes made with love.

My wandering eyes stopped at a red tiered cake scattered with vivid roses as decor.

Hey, please this cake..

As I stared at the cake, Estelle came closer.

Did you choose which cake you want?

Oh, I

I looked at the rose cake one more time, then turned away.

Instead, I focused on a whipped cream cake!

Clouds on a sunny morn after the rain.

This naming sense

Was the staff possessed by the spirit of Baskin Robbins?

Estelle tapped my shoulder with a finger, urging with suspicion.

Order as much as you like. I have a lot of money.

Like many women, I had a separate stomach for things like cake, I could eat as many as five slices in one sitting.

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But I restrained myself.

Because I knew how precious the money in Estelle's battered wallet was.

The cost of a single small cake from here for her would be equivalent to one months' spending allowance.

I smiled, responding.

I'm on a diet these days, so this is enough.

Unlike me, who got an espresso sweetened with syrup and a slice of cake heaped with whipped cream, there was only a solitary glass of water in front of Estelle.

I pondered for a bit then asked. Would you like a bite?

As expected, Estelle shook her head. I don't like sweet things much, so please don't mind me.

It'd be rude to keep persuading someone who clearly was unwilling. So I accepted Estelle's refusal and placed a piece of cake in my mouth.

'It's just like its namehow delicious!'

After the initial rain of flavor, whipped cream melted on my tongue like lumpy clouds on a newly sunny morn.

While savoring the cake, I noticed a pamphlet placed next to the table. It was a copy of a magazine prepared for cafe customers.

Usually, the topics were ones aristocratic women would enjoy, such as recent fashion or currently trendy perfumes.

'Should I take a look? It's been a while.'

As I flipped through the pages absentmindedly with one hand, I nearly sprayed cream everywhere.