“Oh, you have already beco the Duchess of Linerio now.”
The Marchioness of Nibeia had never thought that Molitia would be contacting her first. She had already known how Molitia was married to the Duke of Linerio, but never did she expect that she would get to et Molitia in this manner.
As a result of this, her salon was able to invite as many guests as it did back in its heyday that was quite a long ti ago. Every single one imdiately pounced at the chance of participating in the salon where the rumored Duchess were to attend.
It wasn’t the least concerning for her, no matter what Molitia had in mind in regards to participating. Most importantly, Marchioness of Nibeia looked satisfied herself.
“Thank you for still rembering , despite having been declined the invitation many tis before.”
Her cheeks which had been very nervous had naturally relaxed at the warm welco.
“Please don’t say that. Now, have a seat. We have prepared so warm things in regards to this chilly weather we’re having.”
The cordial reception had made Molitia proceeded to her seat with good grace.
Silence imdiately fell in the hall at the precise mont she walked towards those designated seats. She pretended to be unaware of those rumors while perking up her ears.
‘Which table should I take a seat?’
‘There’s a rumor going around saying that I’m a temptress.’
However, her innocent and gentle appearance was no match to the rumors at all. The hearsay was at odds with her current image, which had loosened the wariness of the ladies.
“Oh my, sister.”
Molitia imdiately stunned at the voice that called her from behind. A very familiar voice. A title of herself that she could have never forgotten made her look back in response.
“Arjan……?”
“It’s been a long ti, sister. I haven’t seen you ever since you’ve gotten married.”
Arjan Clence, who bore a striking resemblance to Count Clence with that brilliant blonde hair of hers, was smiling broadly at Molitia.
The mont she was faced with her laughter, Molitia imdiately felt suffocated. Suddenly, she seed as though she had returned to Molitia Clence—no longer the esteed Duchess.
She always felt apologetic for having responded in rejections for every single ti, that she had forgotten the fact that Arjan was the one who had gone on Molitia’s behalf. As always, Arjan did not miss the opportunity to approach Molitia. She used to laugh innocently while saying sothing like she couldn’t help it, as she was the one who made it her own.
‘Why did I even forget about this?’
Marchioness Nibeia had always been fond of bright, young people, which was why she invited them often.
“Yeah.”
Arjan’s laughter deepened as she faced her sister with a rather rigid smile.
“I kept pestering our father because I have missed you, but I was always rejected. I heard that you’re not going for your honeymoon, though.”
“You don’t have to be too formal. You’re in fact, my sister. You may visit us anyti.”
“Wow! Thank you. I really missed you so much.”
Arjan reached out and imdiately hugged her neck. Her voice, which seed to be chirping happily as though she was truly happy being able to et with her sister in such a dramatic manner.
“I definitely feel empty without my sister at ho. My sister was always there whenever I got ho.”
Arjan sneakily hinted that Molitia had always been inside of the residence. Her words then played quite a buzz for the gathering wives who were there.
“Oh, I’d like to have another chat with my sister. Though, I’ve already told you many things when you were still lying down in bed.”
“Oh, what did you usually talk about?”
“Oh, Baroness Parvana.”
Arjan said quickly, as if she was waiting for so help from the sidelines.
“Well, it’s because my sister often lies in bed due to her illness. Therefore, whatever I did, I would always tell her my experiences as well as those stories that could be heard from the outside world.”
“Please comfort her as well.”
“The love of Count Clence is just absolutely magnanimous.”
Arjan looked extrely shy at all those complints that were sung around her.
“No way. I just did it for the sake of my sister who was definitely bored in bed.”
Molitia imdiately realized this very similar experience of hers from before. Arjan would always stick closely to her whenever she had managed to recover and went back into the social circle.
It was actually nominal for her sister, who seed to be sowhat awkward in getting along in the society, but then the reality was really different altogether. She was just using Molitia as a ans of getting transford into soone with a pitiful and pathetic love.
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