Divorce Manual

Chapter 87

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"Is the pannier too weak? The skirt should look a little bit fuller."

(T/N: pannier is a part of a skirt that loops around the hips.)

"If you inflate it any more, it's going to blow away."

How many people am I swallowing under my underskirt of my skirt?

I have absolutely no interest in this discussion.

"Shall we do it in moderation?"

I raise the corners of my mouth and smile softly.

Even though I'm smiling, my reflection in the mirror clearly shows that I'm silently cursing.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry."

After Pope and Cosette finish their discussion, they bow their heads.

I look away from them and stare at my face in the mirror.

From the red dress to the roses on my shiny blonde hair.

"..."

To be blunt, everything looks beautiful. I sigh and drop my shoulders.

"But of course, you are going with His Excellency, aren't you?"

Cosette asks me to accompany Charles without noticing—

"Isn't that natural?"

Not paying attention to the mood, Pope joins in.

Our Pope, you've lost your senses.

"Well..."

"No, why?"

"Did you hear something from Lady Evangeline?"

Pope looks at the maids around her in astonishment. Her gaze is filled with the will to find the culprit with the loose mouth.

The culprit is probably you.

I turn my head.

Because I hadn't heard about Evangeline at all until Pope said it.

It isn't even true that today's the first time that the Rose Boutique is standing behind Evangeline and trying to push Cosette and me out.

I don't have time to worry about that these days.

"What news?"

"......"

As if Pope has realized her own culpability, she smiles awkwardly and looks at me.

"What news?"

"Oh, well..."

"Is it about Lady Evangeline lying down in his office, saying she wanted to go to the party with His Excellency?"

"Oh my god."

As if surprised, Pope opens her eyes wide and covers his mouth.

"How did you know?"

How do I know, indeed.

If it's Evangeline, it's reasonable enough to assume.

That's enough.

"It doesn't look good for a young noble lady to go into a banquet hall alone, and Lady Evangeline has never attended a banquet without a partner."

"That's her problem."

Pope incidentally blurts out.

She's usually not this hostile to Evangeline.

"What happened? You're acting differently today, Pope."

"It's nothing unusual. I'm okay."

She then coughs as she vainly tries to put on an indifferent expression.

That suspicious look—

"Pope?"

Let's turn our head and look up at her.

"I had a fight with Anne."

"Why did you fight?"

"..."

Seeing Pope saying that she has fought, but she doesn't say why.

Because I can roughly imagine that it has to do with me, I can guess what happened.

She is burning with enthusiasm like never before.

Anne must have said that Evangeline would be prettier, that the flower of the banquet would be her, and Pope must have endured it the whole time, and then exploded and fought with her.

"Why are you fighting? Just let it go."

Sighing at my laughable words, Pope quiets down.

"..."

Her face shows exactly what she doesn't want to say.

"Evangeline and I are not comparable."

I look at Pope and smile.

"Comparison must be between the same class, Pope."

"....."

"I am much, much more beautiful in appearance, so how can I be compared to her?"

"..."

"So from now on, don't react like that."

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T/N: Abella acting conceited and feeling herself?

My feelings whenever I hit a roadblock translating this novel...

P.S. So apparently 2 of my novels that I've done got randomly requested to be picked up novelupdates and they did get pick up. If you were the person who requested it so, that's sorta shitty and makes me not want to update anything. Maybe I'll just unpublished the ones that got requested and do this divorce manual only here. Point is, don't be that shitty because now everyone's time is wasted.