As Lucia was leaving the break room, she gently bumped into a woman who was entering and drew back slightly.
"What do you think you're doing! How can you be so careless! Don't you know who this is!"
A sharp, angry voice butted in. A noblewoman from who knows where, suddenly showed up and condemned the woman who had bumped into Lucia. Lucia didn't remember the exact name, but she knew that the noblewoman was some Countess. There were a lot of Countesses, so it was easy to mix them up.
"I'm...I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." (?)
"Oh my goodness! You got makeup on her dress! What are you going to do about this!" (Countess)
The Countess yelled as if the worst thing in the world had happened. Her shrill voice was very irritating. Lucia looked at the part of her shoulder where the Countess was furiously pointing to.
'How did she even see this?'
Indeed, there was a little makeup stain, but it was very little. Lucia felt like she should at least acknowledge the sharp eyes of the Countess who was making a big deal out of nothing.
As Lucia looked at the woman who was bowing and apologizing repeatedly, her mind flew back to the person she was in her dream. The person back then was very clumsy, kept making mistakes and wished she could find a hole to breathe in. The extremely flustered woman in front of her seemed very pitiful. Lucia calmed the Countess who was in a rage beside her.
"I don't wish to raise my voice in a nice occasion so that is enough. I am fine." (Lucia)
"Ehem. How can you be so generous, Duchess? Your regard is as magnificent as your beauty."
The Countess now began to heap praises on Lucia.
'I'm tired.'
Lucia was learning the weariness of being surrounded by people these days.
"It is also my mistake for not checking in front of me. Are you alright?" (Lucia)
The woman who was fidgeting with her head bowed, flinched in surprise when she heard Lucia's words.
"I...I am fine. I have committed...such an act of rudeness...to the Duchess..."
"It's fine. Which family are you from? I don't think I've seen you before." (Lucia)
"I am...Alisa of the Count Matin family."
Lucia's heart lurched wildly. It was the current wife of Count Matin. Lucia remembered hearing the woman's name in her dream. Alisa was the second wife of Count Matin whom he divorced before marrying Lucia. Lucia heard that after the divorce, Alisa left the capital and went to her parent's home in the west. Therefore, Lucia had never seen her face before.
"...I see. I hope you enjoy the party." (Lucia)
Lucia gave a slight nod in greeting and walked past her. She didn't want to be connected to anything related to the Count of Matin. Even if it was the former wife who was another sacrificial lamb for that bastard.
'So they haven't gotten divorced yet.'
The Countess' slouched shoulders and wooden expression that reflected distress were just like herself in the dream. While Lucia felt sympathy for the Countess, she also felt irritated by a strange sense of displeasure.
The Count of Matin had three sons from three different mothers. The youngest son, Bruno, was the son of the ex-wife who got divorced before Lucia became the Countess. Since Bruno was one year older than Damian, he was probably ten years old now.
[It's the start of a long day, Countess.]
Bruno never called Lucia 'mother'. He was a cheeky boy who called her Countess every single time without fail. However, Lucia didn't hate the precocious boy whose eyes were filled with emptiness.
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LUCIA
RomanceLucia is an ordinary girl...except for the fact that she is actually Princess Vivian Hesse, who can predict her future through her dreams. Those dreams tell her that what inevitably waits her is a nightmarish marriage with a horrible man. Lucia's on...