Dear Contract Husband, I Didn't Know You Were Like This? - Chapter 75
Maya, contemplating whether to buy dessert to take away, decided to eat at the shop when she saw the freshly baked bread.
The warm, savory smell from the bread was irresistible.
Though the staring eyes were a bit overwhelming, Doshen had arranged a private room, allowing Maya to enjoy the bread and dessert pleasantly.
Maya smiled happily at the cake and reflected on her schedule.
The banquet was in three days.
‘I’ll resume training starting tomorrow….’
Using a wyvern to visit the Magic Tower didn’t seem like a bad idea either.
The thin layers of crepe stacked with fresh cream were sweet.
It was Maya’s first taste of the capital’s dessert shop since her return to the past.
She had missed it when she lost herself.
These were things she never imagined she would experience again.
Knowing this chance was a once-in-a-lifetime miracle made it all the more precious.
As she savored the crepe, Maya renewed her resolve.
On the day she met Emperor Reserfield again, she would not waver.
No matter what he said or brought, it would be the same.
She had no intention of tarnishing the new memories she would create.
‘However.’
Maya’s hand trembled as she held the fork.
‘I must at least take his head.’
During Tristan’s rebellion, she wanted to personally behead the emperor.
She had unfinished revenge from her previous life, and it seemed only fair to complete it.
A faint smile played on Maya’s lips.
Her eyes, darker than usual, were filled with hatred.
***
Three days were hardly enough time to make a dress.
Despite knowing it was an unreasonable request, she asked because she trusted Offrage that much.
“What an intriguing person.”
Offrage’s eyes sparkled as she chose the dress fabric.
“I didn’t expect her to ask me to choose sincerely.”
Offrage, the daughter of a maid working at Baron Doshen’s estate, came from a commoner background.
Her exceptional talent was discovered by Doshen.
Offrage’s bold designs, reinterpreting high society’s dresses from a commoner’s perspective, became sensationally popular among the nobles.
The nobles clamored for Offrage’s dresses, but that didn’t mean they respected her.
Though her dresses were in high demand, rumors persisted behind her back.
Many claimed it was laughable for a commoner to be so audacious.
It was absurd. Offrage’s creations were an extension of herself, yet they denied this fact.
Even those who came to see her dresses frequently criticized her designs or prices.
Offrage, accepting reality, learned that nobles were inherently like that.
She had heard much about the Pendragon family.
A once-prestigious family now filled with gamblers.
‘I didn’t think the essence of Pendragon would change just because they married into House Bayarden….’
Frankly, seeing her expose her weaknesses and seek advice was unexpected.
Her subsequent demeanor was down-to-earth and honest.
She was different from the countless nobles Offrage had encountered.
“It’s refreshing, and it makes creating a dress worthwhile.”
Every new experience filled Offrage’s mind with ideas.
“Would I have brought her to you for no reason?”
Doshen smiled contentedly. Even Doshen, with her keen eye for people, found Maya Pendragon to be a good person.
“I’ll do my best.”
Offrage spoke in a determined voice, but her face hardened.
“…However, you should know that the Madam won’t be the only one I’ll be making dresses for.”
Although the demand for Offrage’s work increased, she did not expand the shop.
Since it was primarily run by Offrage herself, the number of dresses was always limited.
“Have you taken additional work?”
“Lady Serene, the daughter of Count Baker.”
The atmosphere turned icy as soon as Serene’s name was mentioned. Doshen furrowed her brow.
“When?”
“She came right after you left. That’s why I sent for you immediately.”
“Ah….”
It seemed almost malicious, as if she had been waiting.
“I told her it was impossible, but she cried, saying she didn’t like any other designer’s dresses. I couldn’t refuse.”
A deep fatigue was evident on Offrage’s face as she whispered. Doshen looked at her sympathetically.
“It must have been difficult.”
Offrage likely had no choice.
