The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 19
Chapter 19
Translator: Yonnee
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“W-What did you just say?!”
Margaret’s mouth was agape.
“You, you…! Is that how you treat your mother?!”
“If you’re saying that I need to be qualified as an older sister to be called as such, shouldn’t it be the same for a mother?”
“You, youuu…!”
The carriage had only been filled with heavy silence thus far, but right now, the atmosphere turned sharp, and tears eventually burst from Jurich’s eyes.
“Stop it!”
Jurich shouted at the top of her lungs.
“This is the worst! Who’s fault do you think it is that nothing is going right?!”
Radis sighed.
If the carriage hadn’t arrived at Marquis Russell’s residence at this time, one of the three would have exploded.
Then, Margaret made a fuss and soothed the crying Jurich.
“Yes, Jurich! You’re right. A single loach truly turns an entire pond into mud. Oh, my daughter! Stop crying now, your makeup will come off.”
Jurich stared at Radis with bloodshot eyes, biting her pink lips tightly.
But Radis only shook her head as she watched Margaret take out a handkerchief and carefully wipe Jurich’s eyes.
It had always been like this.
Her family always blamed all their problems on Radis.
Because this was what she heard all the time, at some point she also thought the same—that the cause of the family’s problems really was her.
Radis thought she wasn’t loved because she was lacking.
She thought that she was the cause for her family’s downfall, for the discord between Margaret and Zade, for David’s poor swordsmanship, for Jurich’s constant complaining and whining…
That’s why she always tried her best.
Even though she did nothing wrong, she had to struggle to make up for these shortcomings.
‘I won’t do that anymore.’
Radis hardened her resolve as she got off the carriage along with Margaret and Jurich.
Seeing them appear, the attendant announced the names and positions of the guests with a clear voice.
“House Tilrod’s Madam and two Young Ladies have arrived!”
Radis opened her eyes widely and watched as the huge door to the banquet hall opened, unfolding a new world from within.
The attendant ushered them in, but there was no significant reaction to their entrance.
The nobles inside the banquet hall expressed their indifference to people from low-ranking households who did not even have any peerage.
However, Margaret and Jurich had bright smiles on their faces as they jumped straight into mingling.
“Then, Radis. Enjoy your first banquet.”
Margaret’s dim green eyes held within them an indescribable sense of victory as she whispered to Radis.
Margaret certainly didn’t bring Radis here so that her daughter could have a good time.
She was here to be humiliated.
She was dressed in clown-like clothes after all.
What kind of position would she have in this world inside a banquet hall?
Margaret wanted to drive it in deeper that she wanted Radis to despair.
Alone.
Margaret left Radis alone and left, hugging Jurich’s shoulders preciously.
“Oh, Viscountess Anton! It’s been a while!”
And she attracted many people’s attention by greeting them loudly.
When both Margaret and Jurich disappeared, Radis was left in the spotlight.
Even those who expressed only indifference to low-ranking families were flabbergasted by Radis’ dress.
At this, Radis smiled.
‘Indeed, I couldn’t take my eyes off the mirror because I was also very amazed.’
Margaret’s goal of humiliating Radis in this way was done quite efficiently.
She had never worn any pink garments in her life, but it was through this experience that Radis realized that pink was not her color.
The glossy pink silk made Radis’ dark skin look even darker.
And apart from that, the dress’ gaudy embellishments accentuated not her good points, but the bad sides to her appearance.
Her unconventionally square-ish shoulders were exposed, along with the many small scars on her back that were accumulated from sword training. Besides, the ruffles on the ugly skirt of the dress wrapped around her body in a way that made it look like she was a sponge.
Even Irene, who didn’t like Radis at all, was at a loss of words when she saw the dress.
‘Don’t pay attention to people’s eyes, Radis. They’re people you won’t meet again after this day.’
Radis comforted herself and received a glass of champagne from an attendant, who looked at her the same way Irene did.
A sip of bitter champagne made her agitated heart calm down a little.
Radis turned back from those people’s gazes and headed to one corner of the banquet hall.
Fortunately, the birthday celebration of the third prince was extravagant and wide-scaled enough that one young lady with ill-fitting clothes wouldn’t be too much of a distraction.
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