Chapter 181 - Should Be Mine (2) (1/2)

For Helen, today’s party was nothing less than a battle. She had prepared the aphrodisiac for Carlisle, but even then she had beautified herself as much as possible. After all, she was nominated as the Madonna of the ball, and although she had been overshadowed by Elena, she was proud to be one of the belles who represented the southern region.

Helen attired herself today in the finest dress ever made in the Freegrand Kingdom. In addition, she adorned herself in the most expensive jewelry that she had, and completed her hair and makeup at the most famous beauty salon in the capital. She was confident that she was more exquisite than any woman at the party today.

Presently, Helen was in her carriage, muttering to herself as she kept checking her appearance in the mirror.

“I think it’s better to change the hair decoration to the left.”

Helen had asked the beauty parlor to place it on the right, but now looking at the mirror, she thought it better placed on the left. She was forced to call the maid sitting on the carriage floor.

“Come here and do my hair.”

“M-me, My Lady?”

It was Tilda who accompanied Helen to the party today.

“Who else would it be? Shall I ask the driver to touch my head? Huh?”

“Oh, no, My Lady.”

When the carriage stopped momentarily, Tilda hurriedly moved from the floor to the seat where Helen was sitting.

“How would you like me to do it?”

“Remove the ornament from here and switch it to the left.”

“Y-yes.”

Tilda carefully pulled off the hair ornament when—

“Ah!”

Helen gave a short yelp, then slapped Tilda on the cheek.

“Can’t you do it right? Do you know what day it is?”

“I-I’m sorry, My Lady.”

Helen’s sudden assault caused Tilda to fall to one side of the carriage, but the maid quickly pulled herself up. She knew from experience that if she didn’t do it properly, Helen wouldn’t stop there. Tilda’s shoulders were tense as she touched Helen’s hair more carefully.

A few moments later, Tilda successfully changed the position of the hair ornament. Helen studied herself in the mirror, and spoke to Tilda without even looking at her.

“Tsk, if things go wrong today, it will be your fault.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

Tilda had done everything Helen had asked for, but there was no praise for the maid. Tilda tried to return to her original seat in the carriage, when the carriage suddenly slowed as they neared the party. Helen turned to Tilda with a ferocious glint in her eye.

“Sit on the floor and hide. I don’t want other people to see that you’re in the carriage with me.”

“Yes, My Lady.”

Tilda quickly lowered herself and hid from view from the window. Helen glanced at the maid, then looked out towards the nobility standing outside the party hall.