Chapter 29 - What’s My Purpose? (1/2)

Chapter 29 –  What’s My Purpose?

Trisha’s cheeks turned red, her whole face was burning hot. She knew there was a big difference between her status and Diana’s. Not to mention the circumstances that her family went through. His father had only a title of baron, and the debts he had from gambling left him destitute. Her mother, on the other hand, was a commoner without a surname.

“Well, that’s… Diana…”

“Huh, do you think you can utter Diana’s name from that filthy mouth?”

Trisha, who lived like a maid, saw Diana as her only friend. But in Sylvia’s eyes, Trisha was just as frivolous as the other maids in the palace.

“You should know your limitations.”

Trisha’s face glowed red in shame.

“Do you ever consider Diana’s feelings? Did you know that you shouldn’t be calling her “Diana” when you’re outside? You said you belong to a noble family, how come you haven’t even learned the basic laws? You do know she is going to be the Crown Princess soon?”

Trisha squeezed the hem of the dress tightly, the soft silk fabric creeping into her hands. At that time, Sylvia noticed a pin on Trisha’s head. Unlike the dress, which Sylvia had no knowledge of, she was sure that there was no money for Baron Blanc to buy that intricately designed hair ornament.

“I think you need to learn.” Sylvia glared at Trisha. “Can’t you take that hand off right now? It’s not like you were made to wear that dress!”

Trisha took her hand away from the hem of the dress and looked terrified at the duchess in the wagon.

“Friend? It may be because our Diana grew innocent. Do you think that you’re good enough to know that? Was becoming a maid your only intention?”

Sylvia’s voice was sharp. Trisha, her head down, silently endured the mocking stares from the pedestrians who pointed at them at the end of the alleyway.

“Please explain. Why are you wearing those clothes? It was specially made for Diana, so don’t think about lying.”

“Diana gave this to me as a present.”

“And that hairpin?”

Sylvia’s voice shrilled to the fullest, pounding Trisha’s heart. Trisha bit her lip. There was no choice but to wait for the storm to pass, as his drunken father would usually utter.

“Oh, such a shame.”

Duchess Sylvia found this absurd. Trisha was just a tool. A temporary maid, who was so proudly walking around in Diana’s dress and forgot that she was a maid.

“Donna.”

Sylvia called her maid to pull the hairpin roughly off to Trisha’s head. Her hair disheveled into a mess, but Trisha made no sound.

“Keep this in your mind. You’re playing a role that matches Diana’s mood.”

The cold reality shivered all the way down to Trisha’s spine.