The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 18
But this laughter seemed to have offended Margaret.
“What are you laughing at? Is my present for you funny?”
Radis shook her head instead of answering.
It wasn’t the dress.
Radis was laughing at herself.
She knew better than anyone else that expectations would only lead to misery, so she couldn’t stop herself from laughing.
How dare she hope again even after dying so terribly not long ago?
“It’s the perfect dress for me,” Radis said.
At this, Margaret glared at her.
“Great. It’s the dress you’ll be wearing at His Highness Olivier’s birthday feast. Of course it suits you.”
But Jurich, who was ecstatically wearing her yellow dress, was appalled.
Radis could see Jurich’s lips twitching as though she wanted to say, ‘Are you out of your mind?’
It wasn’t said directly, but Radis knew this: Margaret was a vain woman who valued outward appearances very much.
No matter how high the cost was, she would always have tailored dresses every season. She even went so far as selling winter blankets just so she could pay off clothing debts.
She would rather sleep with only thin blankets meant for summer during winter, than to sell a fur shawl that she would cover her shoulders at a tea party.
How could such a person give this kind of dress to her daughter and take her to a high society banquet?
Margaret stared at Radis with a ferocious, imploring gaze.
“Why? After trampling over the family’s honor and humiliating your younger brother, did you think that being confined to that room is enough punishment? Did you really think that’s all? My goodness. If you have any conscience in you at all, even the size of a fingernail, that can’t be, hm? Don’t you think so, Radis?”
Radis decided to attend the birthday banquet of Olivier Arpend, the third prince of the Cardia Empire. And this wasn’t because of the ‘conscience’ that Margaret was demanding of her.
Now that Radis had accepted this situation as her new reality, she was aware that she must change.
She couldn’t continue sitting still in her room while waiting for her harsh fate to come knocking on the door.
Just in time, the birthday banquet was going to be held at the Russell Marquisate’s residence, and they were the most influential noble household in the south.
Many people would attend this banquet. Radis didn’t know when else she’d be able to come across an opportunity like this again.
It was a faint possibility, but as Radis was desperate to grasp any chance at all, she couldn’t let this go.
That’s why Radis was going to attend that banquet, even if she had to wear such a hideous, tacky pink dress.
In the carriage that was heading to the Marquis’ residence, Jurich called out to her.
As she wore a yellow dress that matched well with her soft blonde hair, Jurich looked as lovely as a spring fairy. But it looked like she was about to cry.
“Don’t come near me once we arrive at the banquet hall. That dress— it was listed at 90 percent off on the catalogue. If anyone recognizes it, what should I do?!”
Radis unintentionally tried to respond, ‘What’s wrong with my dress?’ But Radis realized what Jurich was so worried about when she saw her expression.
Radis looked at her younger sister with fresh eyes.
Because she grew up with Margaret’s skewed affection, Jurich was like a princess who never grew up.
This princess would later be engaged to a man from a viscount household through the full support of the Tilrod family.
It was a good family to marry into, considering that the Tilrod family didn’t hold a noble peerage title.
Of course, it was possible only through a suitable dowry.
To raise this money, Radis had to kill so many monsters just for the magic stones that she gave her family.
Radis’ blood, sweat and tears were exchanged for gold coins that were used to buy Jurich’s dresses and jewelry.
As Jurich donned a white rose symbolizing a new bride and left the Tilrod mansion while thanking her family, Radis was left lying immobilized on her bed, agonizing over extreme pain.
On such a good day, the groans that leaked out served as a shadow underneath Jurich’s bright future.
However, even though she was married off without a hitch, Jurich’s happiness didn’t last.
Even though Radis was ostracized in that mansion, she came to know about Jurich’s tumultuous marriage.
After sighing, Radis spoke.
Jurich only looked at Radis with perplexed eyes.
“You have to call me ‘Older Sister,’ Jurich. That’s how it should be. Instead of looking at how much the dress is, you should regard the person wearing it more importantly. No matter how expensive your clothes are—”
“Older Sister? Ha!”
Margaret suddenly cut off Radis’ sincere advice.
“You have to act like an older sister for you to be called that! Shouldn’t you behave the same way you want to be addressed first?”
Radis looked at Margaret with an exhausted gaze.
At this, Margaret’s complexion changed.
“W-Why are you looking at me like that?”
“If that’s how it is, should I start calling you ‘Margaret’?”