My Dear Husband, Let's Keep It Business-Like! ~Countess Anastasia, Raised in The Downtown, Won't Give Up Her Way~ - Episode 39

“Excuse me, ma’am, may I have a moment of your time?”

Dahlia came over while Marie and I were having a strategy meeting.

“I was just discussing the design direction with the tailors, and I would like to hear your opinion as well.”

“Well, thank you, Dahlia. But I’m sorry, I don’t have much knowledge about dresses. I don’t think I can be of any help.”

When I said that as if I were troubled, Dahlia smiled brightly and said this.

“Knowledge can come later. What matters more than that is whether the person likes the dress. No matter how wonderful the dress is, if the person wearing it doesn’t like it, it strangely won’t fit their body.”

I see.

“Indeed. When you wear your favorite clothes, it just feels so right. That’s probably what it is.”

“Yes”

Marie, who was listening to Dahlia and me talking about such things, quickly took out a small pouch.

“Well then, could you spare me five minutes before you go to the guest room? I just need to touch up my makeup a bit.”

When we agreed, Marie quickly moved her hands while explaining.

“The tailors might have seen the lady in her discreet outfit around town. Just changing the hair color and eye color can significantly alter the atmosphere, but if you also change the makeup and hairstyle, I don’t think anyone would recognize you as the same person!”

Undo the cute arrangement and tie it up in an elegant half-up style. Add some color to the eye makeup and change the lipstick from a light pink to a subdued red.

Just with that alone, the impression has certainly changed quite a bit.

Even if they have seen the town girl Anna, unless they have talked to me quite intimately, they probably won’t recognize me as the same person I am now.

Sigh, makeup is really deep, isn’t it?

When Dahlia and I entered the guest room, the tailors were waiting for us, standing and bowing deeply.

When Dahlia encouraged her to lift her head, she did so hesitantly, but when our eyes met, she completely froze.

As I thought, it’s rare… Golden hair.

People who see my golden hair almost always gasp for the first moment. After that, they either compose themselves and criticize my upbringing, throw tea at me, or make a vague reaction and run away. However, this time it seemed to be the petrified version.

One of the three people,

“Truly, she’s a goddess…”

I muttered.

I want someone to praise me for not running away after throwing a cloth over my head and instead laughing, “Well, this is unpleasant, hehehe.”

In the atmosphere that had been reset by Dahlia and the servants, the meeting was somehow resumed.

“Ah… I apologize. You see, I’m just a country bumpkin who rarely gets the chance to meet someone so noble. I was completely overwhelmed by your wife’s extraordinary beauty.”

Stop it, stop it!

It seems that I have less tolerance for praise than for criticism. What an unpleasant evolution.

“However, when I actually meet your wife, it does seem that a classic dress, as Ms. Dahlia mentioned earlier, would be appropriate.”

“The dress should be kept simple. Let’s focus on a design that enhances your wife’s beauty, paying attention to detail and quality.”

“The concept of the dress is definitely classic and traditional. If you wear it, you’ll look as elegant as royalty!”

Please stop raising the bar endlessly.

Are you telling me to jump? Me, who can only lift my butt and feet.

As the meeting becomes lively, the designer sketches multiple rough drafts while keeping up with the conversation.

Professionals are truly amazing.

Sometimes they even direct the conversation towards me, but all I could manage was to give a safe nod. Dahlia said that, but still, it takes quite a bit of courage to interject without any knowledge.

“Madam, we have decided on the concept and other details here, but please do let us know your preferences for the actual dress design. Is there anything in this selection that you particularly like?”

Dahlia said that and then brought over several rough sketches that the designer had just finished. She must have informed the designer in advance that I don’t particularly like flashy or revealing things. The designs she handed over were all so wonderful that I felt I could be happy with any of them.

They’re all lovely…

As I thought that, I flipped through a few pages and found a dress with a design that really captivated my heart.

“Dahlia, I really… like this.”

I don’t have confidence in my own sense, and it feels like it’s been a long time since I’ve shared something I like with someone.

With my heart racing, I mustered the courage to say it, and somehow, my heart felt warm and light.

“That’s right. It’s wonderful. It would definitely suit your wife.”

Dahlia smiles sweetly and says that.

“I think this design turned out wonderfully! I was inspired by your wife!”

“Yeah, with this design, using silk lavishly for the material and giving the skirt some structure would be beautiful. Let’s urgently check the silk stock in the store.”

Indulging in silk… It seems like it would be an incredibly expensive price, but my husband said he wouldn’t set a budget limit, so I wonder if it will be okay? Or maybe it’s better if it’s more expensive?

I just can’t seem to get the hang of the count family’s sense of money, and I end up getting anxious.

Silk, huh? Silk, silk…

Silk!!

Since I stood up suddenly, everyone turned to look at me with surprised expressions.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just thought of something. Would you all mind waiting a moment?”

I said that, then quietly left the room and hurried back to my own room.

That cloth I received from Ada.

I want to make a dress with that fabric!!