Chapter 9: CH 6.2

The rumor that Grace had called Sally to the fitting room with the tailor today would spread in no time, and everyone would ask Sally what had happened.

Grace didn’t want to make her dress size obvious, so she had been asking everyone to go out whenever she met with the tailor.

And if she kept getting questioned, Sally would eventually reveal how badly the Director had treated her.

‘She probably won’t go into detail. Just roughly, like how the tailor was rude to me?’

After that, if a few of the servants in the annex leaked a little information in town, it would be all over.

‘Who would want to hire a rude person with a lot of money? Nobles have high pride, so even if they don’t like each other if their authority of being a noble is ignored, they will get angry together.’

The method Grace used was used by the original protagonist Aria.

‘Aria wasn’t ignored because of her appearance like me, but her origin was the problem. Did she move because she was ignored for her hometown?’

It was uncertain whether this would really work, but it was the best option for Grace right now. Of course, in Grace’s heart, she wanted to tear up and throw away all the catalogs.

Grace looked at the tailor, whose complexion was stiffening, and said to Sally,

“Maybe it’s better to call a new tailor. After all, I do need a few different dresses.”

Grace smiled and asked Sally to call the carriage. Sally bowed and went outside.

“Madam, you can’t do this to me. Do you know how much effort I’ve put into fitting your body so far?”

Grace stood up from her seat, looking at the tailor with pity.

She kicked the catalog that was on the floor.

“It’s not something I need to know.”

“Pardon?”

“Whether the trendy design suits my body or not…”

Grace smirked.

“Why should I consider that? Your payment from His Excellency must not be a small amount, so you should give me the value of what I paid for.”

The tailor couldn’t hide his surprise at Grace’s behavior, which was completely different from what he had known so far.

“Explain, why should I need to understand that you have no ability compared to the money you receive?”

“….”

“If you can’t make clothes, you should at least talk well, but it seems like you can’t even do that. Now, leave.”

Grace left the reception room without saying anything more to the tailor.

“Is this really okay?”

As soon as she stepped out of the reception room, she regained her senses.

It might have been a little sharp because she was hungry.

“No, I did the right thing.”

If she had more power, she would have closed down the entire store and made them drown in debt, rather than just cutting off their food supply.

Grace had such a bad thought, but then she snapped out of it.

‘No..’

She couldn’t do something like that and still live her life peacefully. She should only make them pay for what they did to her, to the extent that it would only torment them. That’s what’s right.

She regained her composure.

Grace slapped her cheeks with both hands. She hit them too hard, and tears welled up in her eyes.

‘…Get a grip.’

She made up her mind to be strong, to leave this house, divorce, and live a long and happy life, even if it meant sacrificing everything.

Grace’s aspiration was modest.

She wanted to buy a small building in a rural area and live off the modest rent.

That was Grace’s little dream.

‘Well, it’s actually a big dream.’

When you think about it, she would be the landlord.

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A few days later, Benjamin proposed to have tea time with Grace.

“I don’t want to…”

Grace was hesitant, but she couldn’t refuse Benjamin’s offer. She was worried about when his mood might turn sour.

She dressed modestly enough not to offend anyone, after dismissing all the maid’s help who wanted to dress her up.

“My Lady, have you arrived?”

Benjamin, who was already seated, stood up with a big smile when Grace arrived.

Grace greeted him lightly, observing Benjamin’s puppy-like expression upon meeting his master.

“Madam, I bought a cake from a bakery that’s currently trending among the ladies. Oh, and since coffee is also in fashion lately, I brought some. Is that okay?”

“Coffee?”

Grace’s complexion lit up at the mention of coffee.

‘It’s Coffee!’

Before she was transmigrated, she couldn’t drink coffee for a long time because it made her feel sick. Even after transmigrating, she had never seen a single coffee bean in this world where tea was the mainstream.

“My Lady?”

As Benjamin called her, Grace snapped out of her daze and cleared her throat.

“I-I’m fine.”

“That’s a relief.”

Benjamin, who was worried and fidgety, smiled in relief at Grace’s response.