Having lived as a small citizen of the Republic of Korea, I was somehow reborn as a supporting character in a historical novel as the wife of the villain, Charles Diago, who fell for the heroine and died after committing all kinds of evil deeds!
My...
The appearance of the duke and duchess causes commotion among the crowd.
"They're really here, aren't they?"
"Oh my god, how many years has it been?"
"Don't you think he's gotten more handsome in the meantime?"
"She's no less beautiful than the duke."
"How can the two of them be so beautiful?"
"They are a very well-matched pair."
"I know."
Like a long sigh, in the midst of people praising the two of them—
"Ha—"
Evangeline bites her lips and feigns a smile to hide her shock.
"Do you think she gets along well with your brother?"
"......"
"What's wrong with everyone's eyes?"
She doesn't like everything from one to ten.
In particular, the affectionate appearance of the two that attracts everyone's attention. As well as the arrogant appearance of Abella, who enters the scene, really is the worst.
I should have been the one holding that hand and coming in here like the main character.
Evangeline, who's angry and resentful that she's beaten by that old fox, chews on her lips.
"Since everyone calls you Duchess, you must really feel like you've become something, don't you?"
"Lady Evangeline."
Startled by Evangeline's blatant sarcasm, Catherine looks around.
"Why, did I say something I shouldn't?"
Evangeline, who becomes angrier at Catherine's instigation, sits down on the sofa by the wall and picks up a glass of wine.
"......"
Marisa, Madame Erst, and even Charles would have said something had they seen Evangeline like this.
"It's annoying."
Evangeline, whose anger keeps rising to the top of her head, can't see anything else beyond it.
I'm so pissed off.
She only has anger toward Abella, who has robbed her of her place.
No, isn't that the place where the main character should stand in the first place?
After all, this is a place where Evangeline, who's not able to come to Lapel often, can let herself go.
It's not enough that Abella has taken over the space which belongs to herself, but Evangeline also hates Abella to the point of death. This is simply because Abella has also taken away all the praises and compliments that should have gone to her originally.
On top of that, you stole my brother and my family.
"......"
Of course, Charles is neither kind nor friendly to his family. However, this is also not the kind of place where Duke Diago can speak with affection. All because this is just how the structure of their family works, and it's not because of a lack of affection.
Diago family members respect each other in their own way and have always happily gotten along.
That woman ruined everything.
His marriage to Abella makes her feel like everything has been ruined.
Madame Erst separated from Charles and went to the capital, and Marisa also abandoned their mother at the same time of her marriage.
Well, Evangeline's technically on her side, but –
If it wasn't for that woman, none of this would have happened.
If Abella hadn't flirted with Charles, all of this misfortune obviously wouldn't have happened.
Therefore, all of the unfortunate events, which have happened to Evangeline, are because of Abella.
If it was not for the appearance of Abella, the family Evangeline had always dreamt of would never have broken up.
Therefore, everything that's to come—
It's your fault, Abella Farhan.
She has brought it on herself.
"Catherine."
"Yes, Lady Evangeline."
"Let's do whatever you want."
Catherine's expression, which has been stiff, lights up brightly at her words.
"Thank you for trusting me—"
Catherine leans forward, vowing not to disappoint Evangeline.
"However—"
Evangeline stares at Abella for a while, unable to take her eyes off her, then shifts her gaze to Catherine and smirks.
"You must be successful."
It's a must.
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"Sunrise milk."
I was taught that an intuitive, original brand name is the best.
It must be as simple and straightforward as possible so that when people see it, they'll say, 'Ah!'
Especially when it comes to food-
I learned this by paying tuition for 4 years.
To be frank, I've pondered for a while whether or not I should bring and use the many intuitive brand names I saw in Korea.
I don't think it'd be wrong.
Since it's not possible for those companies to file a copyright lawsuit here.
I think it might be better to just restart it according to the situation here.
Therefore, the names that come to mind...
House Milk, Sunrise Milk, Venus Milk, Gold Star Milk, Morning Milk, Good Morning Milk, Cow milk, Pasteurized Milk, etc.
There are a lot of names, even the very nonsensical ones.
"Sometimes milk is produced at sunrise, and the merchants selling milk will only be around in the morning."
It's the cutest and most sensible one.
Sunrise Milk.
Milk for a Sunny Day and Sunrise Milk compete fiercely until the last minute, but I keep thinking about songs and sunrise together.
You're just like me.
It seems to be her preconceived notion.
Sunrise Milk or otherwise, they're all the same.
However, what sticks in my mouth is—
I don't know. It's just my style.
Sometimes in advertisements, I used to cringe when I saw things in commercials that asked questions like, "Why did you name the product like that?"
Now, I think I can understand a bit about the birth of a name.
Most of the time, it's just based on what the boss likes. It doesn't matter how many employees' opinions there are.
When the boss suddenly pops up and says, "I just like that."
Then a name is determined.
It's all just like that.
"But, I just think the name Sunrise Milk is cute."
I give a small smile, and a woman sitting next to me with a folded fan covering her freckles—
"Oh, that's right. When I first heard it, I laughed because the name was so cute."
The freckled woman wrinkles her nose as if she's embarrassed because she remembers the brand name belatedly.
Well, you don't have to do that.
To be honest, does a name really matter?
"I'm going to order five bottles every day."
I appreciate that she'll buy it even though she doesn't know its name.
"Oh, you will?"
"Yes, I wanted to order more, but they said only five bottles per family because it's still in the beginning stage."
"It is not stable yet. I'm sorry."
I narrow my forehead, trying to express my regret with a thoughtful expression.
I have to be kind to my customers.
While trying to stabilize, the first thing is to supply all the milk to the young people before the nobility.
Money will come regardless.
"..."
Oh really.
I'm not this kind of character.
How did a materialistic person suddenly become like this?
When I lift my head and look into the distance—
"You're welcome. By the way—"
"......"
The customer's words seem to be crushed into a quiet hum as soon as they reach my ears, as Charles's face from a distance becomes clearer and clearer.
Even the exact expression on his face.
I don't know if he's looking at me while I am not looking at him, or if by chance he just happens to see me the moment I see him.
However, those black eyes find me in the sea of people...
Like a man in love—
No.
Don't be shaken.
I turn my head as if to deny his gaze.
Don't be swayed.
No, he's not in love.
I want to slap my cheeks and shake my head to calm myself down.
Hold it in.
There are many people watching, and most of all—
"Right?"
The woman asks me something just in time.
What did she say?
I wasn't listening at all, so I have no idea what she's even asking.
"Ah."
It's hard to admit that I wasn't listening so I give an awkward laugh when I see her staring at me so intensely.
"That's right. The glass bottle is too pretty to hold only milk. I think it can be given as a gift later, right?"
Violetta, who's in front of me, winks and supplements an answer for me.
Nice save, Violetta.
That's the prettiest milk bottle in my opinion.
The mouth of the bottle is wide, then it narrows slightly, and its body is wider and plumper than its mouth.
It makes me feel a little bit better that it looks pretty to the people here as well.
"Since you have such a good eye, I can't just make it carelessly."
"Oh, so you mean that you don't have a good eye?"
"......"
Hoho, I want to slap the smile off Miriam's face, hidden behind a fan, laughing even though she doesn't know what she's laughing for.
I don't know how twisted her head can be and how the words I said can be connected in that way.
Isn't it that I can meet the ladies' taste because I, too, have a good eye for it?
What a strange logic she has.
"But why must this be delayed? Shouldn't the capable servants be—"
"Yes, that is correct."
Alright, next.
Let's cut off Miriam's words without mercy and turn our heads—
"Oh, the music has changed."
Violetta turns her head and looks at me.
However—
"Wife."
Charles, who's approaching, cuts off Violetta's words.
"Can I ask you for a dance?"
Violetta's words are all buried by the act of Charles reaching out his hand, asking for a dance.
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T/N: First of all, what a fucking brocon Evangeline is... like being next to your brother though girl? NEXT TO YOUR BROTHER THOUGH????
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Thank God this is not that type of novel (LBR, what type of novel is this? The author said rated G and she's keeping it rated G... getting on all of my damn nerves... Is a kiss really that much to ask for?)
