Chapter 21

I was given permission to go for a walk, as long as I didn't draw attention to myself, but a mere walk isn't enough to satisfy me. It's definitely better than being cooped up in the room, but even just a week felt like I was suffocating. How could Mimosa be so calm? She must be a bit off in the head.

For my "break," I decided to go shopping in town and buy some dresses or dresses from the Norton Viscount's household. Well, it's nice to walk around once in a while.

If I buy a lot, the store will send it by carriage.

When I got to the street, I saw Mimosa coming out, chatting with a tall, handsome man.

No, at first, I didn't even recognize it was Mimosa.

She looked so refined, and that hunched, cat-like back and potato-like sense of style were nowhere to be seen.

Who is the man next to her? That white pig...? No, that can't be. If he looked this good, he would have sent a portrait like this.

After all, I am a famous beauty in society. If he wanted to win me over, he wouldn't send a portrait of a white pig. Impossible. For me, he would have had the artist work all night to send a portrait of this handsome appearance.

...So, is he cheating even before the wedding? Is he dressed casually, maybe a servant? Wow, Mimosa, I have to "rethink" you.

In the end, even noblewomen are just women, and in the end, good looks are everything. I understand, it's nice to have a secret love with someone of a lower status who is loyal to your commands.

I erased all my plans for the day from my mind and turned on my heel to head home.

(Mimosa, you let your guard down.)

The next day, I sent a carefully crafted letter to crush Mimosa's self-esteem.

There was no reply. Of course not, I hardly ever got a response even when talking to her directly. She just made an unpleasant face, listened silently, and gradually became dull and potato-like.

Did she cry to someone about the letter? Maybe I should write to the viscount's family that I accidentally witnessed her cheating while taking a walk near the house, even though she was supposed to be convalescing due to her declining physical strength.

I don't want to marry the white pig.

It's just that it feels bad that Mimosa is free to do as she pleases while I'm confined to the house "because I refused and caused the confinement."

Marrying the head of the Royal Guard, a member of the viscount's family, and then cheating.

If that happens, Mimosa's reputation will be ruined. It will be a scandal that will ensure no one ever proposes to her again.

Mimosa, you were ugly inside and out. I'm relieved. Thanks to you, I can end my "convalescence" in a good mood.

And you will spend the rest of your life in the house, living a depressed life.

I wish I could get home faster. I feel like running back.

But I can't. I'm not as "careless" as Mimosa, so I took my time, occasionally resting in the shade of the trees while thinking about the content of the letter.