I Picked Up the Trash Others Threw Away - Chapter 9.1

Chapter 9.1

The distance from the boutique street to the salon entrance was not long. It seemed to be like that because most of the ladies used that course frequently.

Allen stopped the carriage at the entrance to the salon, opened the door, and held out his hand to help me get off safely.

“I hope you have a good time.”

“Thank you, Allen.”

I smiled broadly. Allen bowed his head lightly in response.

The salon was lively with nobles talking.

The room was divided by partitions and curtains, so I couldn’t see their faces, but there were also men and women who seemed to be lovers.

In other words, this place was a dating spot for young lovers.

The waiter blinked at us. To be precise, he looked at Trish a little longer. ‘You brought a new woman this time, didn’t you?’ he must have thought.

Then, he led us to the innermost, deepest corner. He did not forget to carefully draw the curtains so that we could not be seen from the outside.

“Sir Trish, I want a Royal Milk Tea.”

“… Ugh.”

He didn’t argue anymore, as he must have already been tired of doing so.

After ordering, he crossed his arms tightly and didn’t open his mouth until the tea was served.

It really seemed like he was just going to drink the tea and send me home.

Even so, it was awkward to just sit across from each other and sip on the tea. In the end, I couldn’t stand it and opened my mouth again.

“Sir Trish, what are the Count and the Countess like?”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to know what kind of people they are in advance. When we tell them about our marriage later, and when we get married and I enter your family, I’ll have to live with them.”

“… They don’t care what I do. So the lady shouldn’t care either. Don’t try to get their attention.”

Trish replied in a sunken voice. Then, he put a sugar cube into his coffee and started to break it with his teaspoon.

No wonder he didn’t seem to like his family. It was natural to explain, given that he was a child who was left out.

I was going to ask him about his mother to avoid having a difficult married life even just a little, but it seemed to be better to find out about this later.

Trish showed me goodwill today, so I should stop making fun of him here.

Sometimes you have to give carrots instead of sticks.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Just, for hanging out on a date with me today and other things. I know you’re treating me like a lady even though you wouldn’t want to.”

“So you’ve been aware of that while still trying to provoke me?”

Ugh, that punk. I tried to wrap it up as nicely as possible, but it was a quarrel to the end.

But let’s not tease him. I am a true saint.

I have to accept the temper of my future husband to last a year.

“I did it because I wanted to get acquainted with you. We’re partners, after all.”

Trish clicked his tongue silently at the word ‘partners’.

Then he burst into laughter and muttered to himself, stirring the sugar in his coffee, “That’s a strange word.”

Trish’s expression as he muttered didn’t look bad, so I drank my tea with a slightly relieved face.

If someone saw me and Trish together, a bad rumor would surely come out someday.

Like that man had seduced another woman he didn’t know, or that I was an easy woman who just met him because of his looks.

These may not be pleasant stories, but if I, the daughter of a mere baron, wanted to get attention, I had to be around the person who created that attention.

If word of our marriage was brought up, the names ‘Audrey’ and ‘Delphonie barony’ would be mentioned in the social world for a while.

In that process, the history of the barony’s past and my social debut may be revealed.

I was an extra whose name didn’t even appear in the original work, but who knows? Maybe I would cause a major ripple in this worldview.

‘Until then, I should prepare myself firmly.’

After leaving the salon, the carriage gratefully drove me to the Delphonie barony.

Seeing the miserable facade of the ruined mansion, Trish clicked his tongue in pity.

“Since the mansion looks like that, he must have sold everything that could be his property. The last thing he would have left would be his daughter.”

“If you want to show sympathy, please do so with money.”

“Since you grew up in a household like this, you’re always talking about money.”

… I had a lot to say, but I held back my words. After all, it wasn’t a confirmed relationship until we got married.

I waved my hand towards Trish’s carriage, which was leaving, without regret. Then, around the time I was sure he couldn’t see me anymore from the window, I folded my fingers gently except for the middle finger.

“Goodbye, my piggy bank.”