Victoire then whispered to Damon, sitting on the seat next to him.
“I don’t think she slept well.”
‘What? You just said <I see> to me!’
“Because I’m sleeping in a strange place.”
Damon smiled and said:
“Eat properly and get a good night’s sleep. Right now you’re like a kid who’s been beaten up somewhere.”
Damon said, pushing the steak dish forward to Emilie.
‘That’s because it is a kid who’s been abused somewhere.’
I couldn’t even drink a cup of water in front of the table. When I tried to eat alone because I felt uncomfortable eating with my father and Polia, Polia vehemently opposed it.
<If I can’t eat with my sister, I won’t eat anything!>
At first glance, it seemed like an attitude for Emilie. However, the real intention was different. Polia brought Emilie to the table in order to show their father’s affection towards her and alienate Emilie. Polia especially liked the way Emilie took the blame of their father’s anger.
‘It’s ironic that someone else’s table is more comfortable.’
Of course, this table wasn’t completely comfortable either. She was under silent pressure because of the piled up mountain of food.
‘You brought all these for me to eat, right?’
Emilie looked at the ‘pile’ of food with astonished eyes, Damon said:
“Our Count Daughtry lives quite lavishly, though if you were a princess, you would be able to eat this much food at a feast, but you’re this surprised.”
“No matter how noble you…are?”
Emilie’s previous memories flashed into her mind when she was about to answer Damon’s words.
‘I remember!’
Count Daughtry, Victoire Daughtry.
A young man who looks like he’s in his early 30s. However, he is actually in his 30s. Even though he was a young man, he always had the profoundness of being a Count during his time.
‘Rising noble Count Daughtry!’
The countryside’s fallen nobleman suddenly found a gemstone mine one day. It was a huge success for families to invest on the basis of their earnings. In a flash, the fortune earned quickly developed into nobility.
People looked down on Count Daughtry, but envied their impressive wealth after the Emperor.
‘Damon Daughtry is Lord Daughtry.’
A gentle young man who took after his father but does not resemble his cold-looking face.
Rumor has it that he was a handsome gentleman in society. He’s probably about eighteen now.
‘If that’s the case then the boy last night…’
Sir Daughtry, Dylan Daughtry.
The second and youngest son of Count Daughtry and a man who was received well by the young ladies of society. It’s clearly him.
‘Why are you giving me something so precious? What even am I.’
As Emilie looked only at the dress, Victoire said:
“You want me to put it on you?”
“That, that’s not it!”
Emilie exclaimed in fright.
“If not, wear it quickly.”
“…..”
As Emilie continued to hesitate, this time Damon said:
“You can’t keep wearing that kind of clothes. There’s no young girl in the Daughtry house, so don’t feel pressured to wear it.”
Only then did Emilie look at the clothes she was wearing. The dress I wore last night was ruined. What I’m wearing now was a dress that an employee with a young daughter lent me in a hurry. It was old and the size did not fit.
‘It’s more of a nuisance if I keep it on.’
“Thank you. I’ll dress prettily.”
Convinced, Emilie greeted and received the dress.
“You don’t have to dress pretty. Just wear it well.”
Victoire said and left the room as if he had finished his work.
“Here, Marian will help you get dressed.”
Said Damon, who was left behind the dining room. Beside him, a middle-aged woman bowed her head.
“Call me Marian, my Lady.”
Marian approached with a smile. She was a middle-aged woman with plump cheeks and a good look.
“She’s going to help you not only with your clothes but also with many things in the future. You can trust her because her *mouth is heavy.” (*someone who speaks only a little or is very quiet.)
Damon spoke in a meaningful way.
Soon Damon left the room, and only Marian stayed and helped Emilie dress up. Strangely enough, the clothes fit perfectly as if they were custom-made.
“Oh, my. You look great in it Miss. You must have worn a lot of Tolle’s clothes since you were the daughter of a precious house, right?”
The word ‘daughter of a precious house’ naturally flowed out of her mouth. Marian also seemed to have a rough idea of Emilie’s identity.
‘How far do the people in this family know about me?’
And why are they naturally accepting this situation as if their lips were pieced together? (t/n: raw form is this; 입을 맞춘 듯 which says kissed so i did some research)
I recalled the memory of Count Daughtry that I knew before returning back to the past, but I couldn’t think of anything suspicious. Emilie responded kindly to Marian’s question, turning her head around.
“No. It’s my first time seeing such a nice dress. Thank you so much.”
Marian’s eyes widened.
‘Princess, I heard she’s Princess Cabezo.’
The young girl showed no arrogant attitude that is usually associated with a princess.
She was so cute as she put her hands together like a doll and responded gently.
“Yes. Of course. Who else would they wait for if it weren’t for Miss?”
Emilie was embarrassed. There are two men waiting, who she thought were done with their tasks and left. She couldn’t understand that they were waiting to see Emilie in a dress.
Emilie went out to the drawing room where Victoire and Damon waited in a dazed mood.
At the sound of the door opening, the eyes of the two men sitting on the sofa turned to Emilie at the same time.