Chapter 17 - Everyone Was Dazed (2) (2/2)

“Oh, I don’t know what to say.”

Helen blushed shyly. She seemed so humble on the surface in the eyes of the other ladies. She had a good pedigree as the daughter of Marquis Selby, and he had a beautiful appearance. Along with her polite personality, Helen was the ideal aristocrat. Helen smiled like the main character in a story as she basked in everyone’s attention.

Tpp, tpp–

Steady footsteps were making their way towards them. Helen, who felt she had accomplished the goal, was elated and indifferent to anything else.

However, she soon realized that the eyes that were looking at her were moving somewhere else. Helen turned her head in the direction the crowd was staring at.

“…Ah.”

Her mouth opened without her even realizing it. There were two beautiful young women walking into the garden, their pure golden hair flowing in the gentle breeze. One was a tall adult woman and the other was still a girl. Both attracted attention with their beauty, but most of it fell on the older woman. Long blonde hair, skin like freshly fallen snow, and jeweled red eyes. There were no ornaments on her slim, long neckline, and the white and green dress seemed tacky to Helen. In short, everything was well past fashion. The problem was…

Everyone was dazed. Just like the compliment Marissa gave Helen, Elena seemed to glow herself. Helen knew very well who suddenly appeared. A woman who always brought attention to herself in a moment like this.

It was Elena, the eldest daughter of House Blaise.

Helen’s eyes turned towards Mirabelle, who was affectionately holding hands with her older sister. Though Helen didn’t remember her face well, she could recognize her without too much effort. Mirabelle didn’t have the same intense gaze as Elena’s scarlet eyes, but anyone could tell she was her sister with her blonde hair and facial features.

After being momentarily distracted by the two sisters, Helen hurriedly came to herself and looked around. Everyone was looking at them with an awestruck expression.

Helen clenched her fists. Her manicured nails pierced the palm of her hand, but she did not feel the pain. Helen’s eyes began to blaze fiercely as she glowered at Elena.

‘…I was robbed again.’

It had always been this way. When Elena appeared, Helen was outshined like a firefly in front of the sun. It was all the more comparable because they both had blond hair. Elena’s hair was as bright and as golden as if it was bathed in sunshine, while Helen’s hair was as duller and closer to a light brown.

She felt the urge to take a hot cup of tea and throw it in Elena’s face. She would destroy her somehow. She would do anything to get rid of her completely.