I Picked Up the Trash Others Threw Away - Chapter 14.2

Chapter 14.2

“Please take care of that, Father. There will be one less mouth to feed in your house, you won’t have to pay someone to marry me, and you will rather receive funds, so it’s a good thing. And when I get married and move to the Count’s house, I’m going to take Sarah with me.”

“Sarah?”

“A servant in our house. I think I should have at least one exclusive maid.”

Then that’s it. I clapped my hands briefly and ended the conversation unilaterally.

Baron Delphonie, who had been lost in thought, called me after a moment, but he did not come after me.

Now, since the biggest hurdle has been taken care of, should I try going out alone for the first time in a while?

I had been going to the royal palace alone to read the books I wanted and to get some fresh air.

I was still using the private carriage, but once I got married, I would be able to sit in the comfortable carriage of the Malekiah family. I looked forward to that day.

One thing I foolishly didn’t think about was that I would also become a hot topic because of the wedding announcement.

Until now, whether I was wandering the royal palace or the back streets of the capital, no one had paid attention to me. But it was different now.

“Oh, is that the woman who hit on Sir Trish?”

“She looks more modest than I thought.”

What was that? Was that on purpose so that I heard them?

I deliberately pretended not to have heard it and took out a book to read, but naturally, several shadows fell before me.

I looked up slightly just in case, and there were three women in front of me with hostile looks on their faces.

“Are you Lady Audrey?” the woman standing in the middle asked. The girl looked at least five years younger than me, wearing a pink ribbon on her hair.

An uneasy aura hit me. Cold sweat flowed down my back.

“I was expecting the woman who is so fervently loved by Sir Trish to be something great, but…”

“…”

“Well, she’s more plain-looking than I thought.”

Wasn’t this openly picking a fight? Were they… keeping me in check?

I didn’t know what to do, so I stood still. Thinking I was embarrassed, they continued their criticism, pushing me further to the edge of a cliff.

“Oh my, look at the hem of her dress. Wouldn’t it be better to just throw it away if it is that old?”

“She’s from a poor family that has no one to serve them. Something like buying a new dress is a luxury.”

I can hear you, guys. Of course, they wanted me to hear.

I was just coming to the library, why would I dress up as if I was going to a banquet hall?

The dress Trish had bought me was tucked away in my closet, and I wore anything I would normally wear.

I thought about going back to reading the book I was neglecting, but I figured that such an attitude would lead to controversy and closed it.

Perhaps their purpose was to defame me and damage my self-esteem. To make me embarrassed to even wander outside, let alone come to the royal palace library.

But that didn’t affect me. After all, everything these women were saying was true.

“Say something, Lady.”

It was a huge illusion if they thought I would be hurt by those words and cry.

I didn’t even want to argue with women who looked much younger than me. I wasn’t that well-spoken, and most of all, it would be problematic if I fought against children.

“I think you said everything you wanted to say, so what should I say?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I mean, isn’t that right? It’s the first time we’re seeing each other, but you said that without even saying hello or introducing yourself.”

“Ha!”

As if they didn’t know how to respond in this way, they snorted, waving their fans.

Every time the lacey fans moved gently, the young girl’s beautiful hair fluttered in the wind. She looked like the main character in the work “A Little Princess”, so how did a girl like her come to like Trish?

“Do you like Sir Trish?”

“Oh my, what are you talking about?”

“As the Lady said, I don’t get much attention from other people because I’m humble. There is only one thing I didn’t like in our first meeting. The fact that you’re associated with my soon-to-be husband.”