My Dear Husband, Let's Keep It Business-Like! ~Countess Anastasia, Raised in The Downtown, Won't Give Up Her Way~ - Episode 43

The next morning, having unusually overslept, I hurriedly made my way to the dining hall after Marie helped me get ready.

After that, my husband told me about a country called “Feyam,” and even after getting into bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about various things, so I had a hard time falling asleep.

When I entered the dining room, my husband was already seated, drinking tea and reading some documents. The bright sunlight was streaming in, making his hair sparkle.

Ah, nostalgic. This feeling that looks good for no reason.

When I couldn’t help but chuckle, my husband noticed me.

“Good morning, Anna.”

“Good morning, my lord. I’m sorry for making you wait.”

“No, it’s fine. A lot happened yesterday, right? You must be tired.”

If we’re talking about that, my husband rode all the way from the royal capital to the count’s territory. I think he’s much more tired than I am.

Did he somehow sense what I was thinking? My husband smiled broadly and said this.

“I told you that I train pretty hard too, didn’t I?”

Ah.

Is that the part about the comment made on the first night, “I might be able to win at arm wrestling”?

It’s been several months since then.

Even though it wasn’t as bad as a duke’s family, I came to the count’s family prepared to be somewhat bullied. I intended to retaliate if I was provoked, but honestly, I never thought I would be able to live so peacefully like this.

“Do you have plans for today?”

“That’s right. I never thought something like this would happen, so it’s like our plans were set but then drastically changed…”

Originally, I had planned to take some mochi-mochi bread samples to the park today, gather opinions from the villagers, and promote how delicious the wheat from my territory is.

Yesterday, I also found someone who seems interested in the fabric that Ada and the others weave, so I want to research that as well, and I also wanted to conduct a survey on the children’s aspirations (like what they want to be in the future), but Marie is scheduled to take over all of that.

It seems that the baker has agreed to go with me because I also want to hear Mochi mochi Pan’s opinion directly.

“For the time being, it seems I will be indulging in a full course of beauty treatments in preparation for the upcoming dress fitting and ball.”

“Oh, oh… being a woman is quite tough, isn’t it?”

I thought so too.

While receiving a full-body special massage, facial pack, hair care, nail polishing, and even rolling around so much that I can’t tell what they’re doing anymore from the skilled servants of the estate, I seize any opportunity to cram the contents of Michelle’s book into my head.

As I continued these days, interspersed with dress fittings, my exterior was being polished to a shine, but my inner self felt like it was wilting away.

It seems that Marie and Dahlia are each doing their jobs well, and they often come to report on their progress when I’m rolling around.

Both of them seemed happy to be entrusted with rewarding work, their eyes sparkling with excitement. I’m envious.

It seems that my husband, since he finally came to the territory, is inspecting various places around the territory with Marcus. And on horseback, no less. How enviable.

And, perhaps it’s just my imagination, but it seems like my husband has started to become a bit more aware of managing the territory.

That’s a very good thing, but considering they had no interest in management until now, what could have triggered this change?

It might be shock therapy from seeing Christina’s transformation…

Come to think of it, my husband’s attitude seems to have softened a bit since then. I wonder if he was really shocked. I hope he hasn’t become distrustful of women or anything.

“Are you listening?”

Startled, I looked ahead to see my husband with his usual sullen expression.

Oh dear, oh dear, I was in the middle of breakfast with my husband.

“I’m very sorry, I was just lost in thought for a moment.”

“I see. Your complexion looks good, and your skin and hair are shiny, but… you don’t seem very energetic considering that.”

Gulp! I never thought the master would find out.

If I let them see that I’m not in good spirits over something like this, I would be unworthy of being a noblewoman.

“I apologize. I’ve been doing some unfamiliar things lately, and it seems to have shown on my face. This is unworthy of a noble. I will tighten my resolve from now on!”

“No, I didn’t mean to blame you… Hmm, if I remember correctly, the tailor is supposed to come to the mansion this morning to check the fitting of the dress and finalize the design, right?”

“Yes, that’s the plan.”

When I heard the story from Dahlia yesterday,

“Already finished the fitting? Wow, that’s fast! Dresses can actually be made pretty quickly, huh?”

I thought it would be easy, but it seems that the real challenge starts from here.

The essence of a dress lies in how beautifully it creates lines.

From here, we make fine adjustments to the size to fit the person wearing the dress and seek a line that looks as beautiful as possible.

And then, it is adorned with intricate embroidery and lace.

I see, after hearing the story, I understood that this is where the real challenge begins.

“Well then, how about going out to the city with me this afternoon?”

“Are you going to the city with your husband?”

“Ah, the final design of the dress will be decided too, right? It’s just the right timing. Let’s go take a look at the accessories.”