Duke's wife

Chapter 39

Grace said to Sally, moistening her dry lips with her tongue.

"I'm going now, Sally."

"Yes... Ah, by the way. Before that."

"Huh?"

It was Sally who took the lead in holding Grace, who was about to go out of the bedroom. Grace turned her head and asked Sally, who stared at her with a stiff face, as if she was wondering why.

"Madam, please don't speak up so casually to me from now on."

"...Sally."

"I thought your good and caring personality let you treat even a lower class person like me well. I didn't tell you before because it might be tough for you, but the maids from this mansion or the other mansion would ridicule you."

"...but so far, I haven't gone that far..."

"You knew?"

Sally's request was enough to baffle Grace, as she had never been condescending to any servants or maids until now, and Alberton's servants and maids also took Grace's words for granted.

"You can treat me like the last time you fiercely questioned me. It's usually like that for other royal families or nobles. So please, don't speak to me like that even if it's awkward. Is that fine?"

So when Grace hesitated, Sally demanded her definite answer with a determined face.

Grace eventually nodded with an awkward face and spoke at her momentum of never stepping down.

"Yes. I...... I get it."

"Good job. Shall we go then?"

When Grace comfortably moved off, Sally smiled and followed her.

Grace caressed her necklace for no reason, thinking Sally was such a strange person to be more pleased with orders than politeness.

She felt awkward when she treated someone like that for the first time. Grace shook off the shyness and awkwardness, and took a quick step.

Sally took hold of the hem of Grace's dress and said, "Take your time."

"Yes? Huh? Why?"

"Do you really need to go fast? You are Duchess Felix."

"What's with that?"

"There's no wife who has a higher rank than you at this party today, right? As a matter of fact, the higher the rank, the later the lady enters the party."

Seeing Sally advising Grace with a determined face, Grace said while bursting into a small smile.

"Haha, what do you mean?"

"Anything like a small war of words between ladies? I would call it a battle of power."

Sally shrugged and replied, then added the advice to walk more slowly, with her head raised, and gracefully.

Grace's shoulders shook with a laugh, and she walked slowly as Sally said. Her appearance was just like an arrogant swan. Grace giggled and spoke to Sally, who was following her.

"Thank you, Sally."

"Don't mention it."

Until a while ago, her heart was burdened with how to get out of here secretly, but thanks to this, she felt lighthearted.

Grace smiled lightly again at Sally's natural appreciation of her thanks.

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After passing the path that could be found even with her eyes closed, Grace arrived in front of the party hall and secretly took a deep breath in front of the door.