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The Mistress Runs Away (Web Novel) - Chapter 29.2
Chapter 29.2
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It was from that night.
The relationship between Killian and Rowena, which had been like walking on fragile straws, had changed completely. For Rowena, who had declared herself completely defeated, Killian had become more generous and gentle than ever.
Every day they would go to sleep together, and she would wake up the next day to find freshly picked flowers in the empty seat with satin ribbons placed on them like a gift.
Day and night, the renowned designers of famous dressing rooms would come and go, and the reputed jewelers would walk in and out of the castle bridge.
When she began to seriously eat well and sleep well, Rowena’s faded beauty unfolded again like a flower in full bloom. Her cheeks, which had been so thin, became plump, and her eyes, which had been so lifeless, became more cheerful.
Her voice, small and weak like that of an old woman, gradually changed to a nightingale in the middle of spring. Her body, which had barely avoided becoming a skeleton, regained its former sleek and delicate curves.
Unlike Melissa, who was already familiar with her, Joanne, who was also taking care of Rowena alongside her, rubbed her eyes several times a day to see if she was the same girl as before. But no matter how many times she rubbed her eyes, the thin and gaunt woman disappeared like a crescent moon, leaving only a woman full of life, kindness, and charm.
On the eve of the masquerade ball, her beauty reached its peak.
In the spacious banquet hall filled with beautiful melodies, the invited nobles were enjoying a happy and harmonious time.
The main focus of the banquet was by far the young men and women. Ladies adorned their hair with fresh flowers in the middle of winter, disguised as fairies or women from an ancient tragic history. And then there were the gentlemen, who brushed their hair back without a single flaw and wore all black tails to match their respective themes.
Joanne looked blankly at them as they danced and exchanged silent secret signals and then turned her face away.
The most prominent figures among the group were the Duke of Devonshire and his mistress, the host, and organizer of the banquet, who were as gorgeous as a ducal couple should be.
Miss Philone was by far the most attractive among the beautifully dressed women.
After talking to people for a while, she led the Duke to the main hall. Rowena was the goddess herself in a masterpiece, wearing a pure white dress and a tiara carved with red rubies that looked like butterflies.
The orchestra on the balcony began to play slowly. The music was ethereal and sensual.
Rowena, who had stepped to the lead, bent her hips like a flexible tree branch and hugged his neck, as if she was going to embrace his chest again.<< tl: if you could imagine the pose…well.. let us know.. cause we don’t:)))
Admiration, envy, jealousy, and enmity. The eyes of the audience with a lot of emotions were stuffed on them. At the end of the dance, a few seconds of silence followed.
After a few moments, the absorbed crowd applauded enthusiastically. In the midst of the overflowing applause, Rowena was smiling radiantly as she looked over at Joanne and Melissa, who were leaning against the wall.
The first to notice her gaze was Joanne, who, like the others, was looking at Rowena as if she was possessed. Startled, Joanne gestured to Melissa, who was looking only at the floor.
“Melissa?”
“Yeah?”
“I think Miss Philone is saying something. What is she saying?”
Squinting her eyes to take a closer look, Joanne concentrated on trying to understand the movement of Rowena’s red lips.
But it was all in vain. Joanne didn’t stay by Melissa for much longer, as she continued trying to decipher what Rowena was saying that she needed, just by looking at her lips.
“I’ll go see.”
Joanne was tilting her head and attempting to understand the signal, while Melissa, grabbing a cocktail from a nearby waiter’s silver tray, suddenly made her way through the crowd to Rowena.
“My Lady.”
“Melissa.”
Buried in the people, the duke was nowhere to be seen. Melissa held out a glass and asked carefully.
“You said you were thirsty, right?”
“Yes, I was. I knew Melissa would understand. Thank you.”
Smiling with her eyes closed, Rowena accepted the glass and took a sip. The cold cocktail rushed down her tongue and tightened her throat.
“I think you’ve had too much. You look a little drunk….”
Melissa, who didn’t think she’d pour the whole thing down her throat in one gulp, spoke anxiously.
She couldn’t help but be concerned. Rowena’s cheeks, covered in gorgeous makeup, were noticeably red under the chandelier. It looked like a healthy flush, but it was more like the cheeks of a drunk person.
“You never drank too much before.”
Referring to their time five years ago. Rowena handed the cup to the waiter, who was coming and going with a small smile.
“Too much? This much?”
“My Lady…”
“I’m tired. I think the Duke is busy too, so I’ll go somewhere to rest. Will you go with me? Just you.”
“Yes, of course.”
Melissa supported Rowena’s body, which was struggling to walk in her high heels.
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