The time in the makeup room passed quickly. When she heard her name called, the servants who were helping her held the end of the dress.
âYou canât fail.â
The Countâs words echoed her ears. The jewelry felt heavier than usual and seemed to crush her body under the peopleâs gaze.
She didnât know how her feet were moving. She could hear the Priestâs voice as the colorful decorations filled her eyes.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
She walked with a veil on her face and soon was standing at the end of the aisle. (T/N: Itâs written as âvirgin roadâ in the novel.)
âYour hand.â
When a low voice rang her ears, she raised her head at the deep low voice, there he was, the man who would soon become her husband, Duke Linerio.
She put her hand on his hand as if she were possessed, soon the congratulatory words were spoken. In the dazzling wedding hall, there was only one place where Molitiaâs gaze was directed. The Duke who felt the gaze gave a small chuckle, âYou seem to have a lot of questionsâ¦â
The Priest had not finished yet, but the Duke spoke without any care. Even though she was the only one to hear his voice, she didnât get clumsy.
ââ¦but I canât tell you here.â
âThen how would you tell me?â
He fiddled with her hand that wore cotton gloves. Vaguely touching the ring finger, from a distance, his actions looked full of affection.
âIâll let you know when this wedding is over.â
âHmm.â
The ceremony took good enough time to finish as they faced each other and put rings in each otherâs fingers.
âThe bride and groom now may kissâ
At the Priestâs words, the Duke reached out and pulled up the veil on Molitia. The face under the white veil looked cleaner and purer than the cloth.
Far from kissing, she had already gone all the way. But Molitiaâs cheeks turned slightly red. She was nervous in front of many people, and her shoulders shook slightly.
âDonât be nervous.â
He whispered before his lips fell on Molitiaâs lips.
âAs you said, Iâm the only someone whoâs chosen by the family.â
Uh? Molitiaâs eyes, bewildered by his words, turned to his lips. It was not a deep and dense kiss since they were at the banquet hall, but it continued for quite a long time with his lips clasped above her lips.
Their tongues didnât mingle, but he licked her teeth through the gaps in her lips, and then his mouth fell.
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ââ¦what are you saying nowâ¦â
âWow!â
âCongratulations!â
Her delicate voice was buried as thunderous applause that followed the kiss. The Duke held her hand and smiled as if she had said nothing.
Did I hear wrong? Molitia was thrown into chaos. Unlike the Duke, who skillfully waved his hand at people, Molitiaâs hand didnât move so quickly.
The Bride, who should be happier than ever, was confused. Unaware of the Countâs burning gaze, the Duke whispered in her ear, pretending to straighten her hair.
âIf you donât want to break up this marriage, letâs do things right.â
It didnât seem like she had heard it wrong.
Later, Molitia repeatedly failed to talk to the Duke.
The reception was so busy that the schedule kept them busy as soon as the wedding was over. In between, regardless of Molitiaâs denial, her clothes were forcefully taken off and put on a new wedding dress.
It seemed that the Count was eager about the wedding; the reception turned out to be spectacular.
Itâs a perfect sight for others to see.
Molitia felt like she was dying. It showed her physical strength that had been little. The jewelry pressing was on her head, and the clothes that made her breathless were uncomfortable.
In the meantime, she had to talk to the people around her. She felt like she would faint any second.
âDo well!â
Each time, the words of the Count, which reverberated in Molitiaâs head, forced her to focus.
If she fell, she would surely have bought the Countâs anger on herself. And it wasnât just the Count.
Even those who surrounded her would look at her with ridicule. Her fingers shook as she held the cup.
âMolitia.â
At that moment, the hand that suddenly held her shoulder startled her, and she dropped the glass in her hand.