Whatever she saw or felt, Julietta, who was renowned for her seemingly unprecedented calm and imperturbability, took charge of the prince's secret affairs on the recommendation of the head maid, waging war every day in hard work while her salary doubled.
For example, that's right, a bed with his tired body was wet.
Julieta jumped up, put her foot on the bed, took off her thick cotton panties and smelled them first.
Fortunately, it didn't smell.
“Wow, I was scared to death.
I was relaxed today.
I can't believe I laid down immediately without checking my bed.
It hurts my pride to make a mistake like that.”
She carefully hung her thick dress in the window.
She then lay down with a blanket on the floor, wearing only a thin layer of underwear.
She also didn't forget to take off the thick iron glasses that covered half of her face.
She removed all of the eyebrow and skin makeup she had worn since she was five years old.
As soon as she closed her eyes, she fell asleep.
* * * * *
“Yes, I'm going now.
I’m coming!”
Amelie, the head of the props room at the Eileen Theater, the best theater in the Austern Empire, looked at her when she saw Juliet walking slowly.
“Julie, did you hear me?
I need to fix these pants today, or didn’t you hear me?”
The seams on the hunting pants worn by the male actor in the show “Lady Donatera” burst during a rehearsal yesterday.
Juliet, who had forgotten to mend the clothes that would be worn in today's show, grabbed her pants instantly with a perplexed look.
“I’ll do it now.”
“Less than an hour until the show.
What have you been doing so far?
You have some silly new ideas because Lilian likes you a lot, right?
Lilian was the best prima donna (1) at the Eileen Theater.
Amelie used to murmur that Juliet had become spoiled by Lilian's embrace since she was a child.
Afterwards, Amelie was constantly pestered saying, “Don’t overestimate yourself” or “Wake up and listen!” in all your sewing.
Showing the repaired pants, Juliet told her.
“I’ll take the pants to them now.
And this simple repair would have been done if Amelie had fixed it the moment I called you.”
Pouting and without saying a word, she grabbed her pants and ran away.
“As you're growing up and getting older, you don't even listen to me anymore,” Sophie smiled and said to Amelie, who clicked her tongue on the back of Julita's head.
“She is already a big girl.
She’s seventeen now.”
“That's why I'm worried.
The theater is a dangerous place for a seventeen-year-old girl.
No matter how much she hides her appearance, there is no one who doesn't want to go after a maiden in bloom.
I’m worried that male actors will continue to look at Juliet.”
Amelie wished Juliet could do her work quietly in the storage room behind the stage, but she was pacing around the theater like a wild boar struck by a forest fire, and Amelie was worried about doing her job properly.
“In the case of the male actors, I'm less worried, as they should consider the owner of the theater, Maribel, and Lilian likes her so much that they won't be able to do anything rash.
I'm more worried about her being seen by aristocrats while she's just walking around.” Sophie, who was working on Lilian's dress ruffle (a wavy pleat of lace or fabric at the edge of a garment or seam), said with a sigh.
Living in a theater since she was five years old, Julieta was disguised by the theater owner Maribel.
The juice of the metum fruit had been applied to her milky white skin, and her vibrant blonde hair was hidden in brick and mortar wigs.
Furthermore, she wore clothes three times her size to hide her figure as much as possible, but her natural beauty was not completely overshadowed.
As a result, Amelie and Sophie, who had taken care of Juliet since she was little, were always anxious.
“I guess I’ll have to do something about it sooner or later.
I asked her if she wanted to go on stage because she watched the actresses closely, but she said no.
I just want to find a good guy and marry her.”Sophie shook her head at Amelie's worried comments.
“Well, I'm also worried that her life will be full when she gets married.
For ordinary people, this appearance is like poison.
I think it was Maribel's attempt to take advantage of the baby's beauty.
It was the theater owner who connected Stella with Marquês Anais for the first time.
Well, since she was an actress, she wouldn't have been able to avoid that kind of life.”
“Is she going to keep that girl hidden?
It can’t be.” Sophie sighed, as if she couldn't believe it.
“This is even scarier.
It's even stranger that Maribel picked up a five-year-old with compassion.
I'm even more worried that the theater owner made a very big plan and kept Julie hidden from the beginning.”
“Why don’t we tell the marquis?
She's a bastard, but she's his daughter.
He wouldn’t pretend he doesn’t know her,” Amelie said as if it were better.
“Do you think so?
Unlike in the past, today a mistress and her illegitimate children are more likely to be treated with contempt.
She can only be protected as a noble if she is officially registered in the Marquis's family, but the Marquis cannot do that.
He knows that Julie is growing up in the theater, but she has never been here and is pretending not to know.
I don't think he's going to get Julie now.
If she attracted the marquise's attention, she would be molested or mistreated.
You experienced how scary the Marquise was when Stella died.” When Sophie shook her head and finished with a sad voice, a heavy silence came to the props room.
When Stella, who left in splendor, was sent away empty-handed and went to the theater with her little daughter, the theater owner Maribel looked carefully at her illegitimate daughter with shining golden hair.
Amelie and Sophie were really surprised when Maribel, who had been silent for a while, let the mother and daughter stay in their quarters.
The owner of the theater was a woman who had no regrets about winning.
In any case, under Maribel's protection, whether she was capricious or friendly, the mother and daughter began to live in the theater.
Even when Stella was unable to regain her spirits due to the shock of being suddenly thrown out of the house, young Juliet used to do theater work to pay for her meals.
However, not long after such a peaceful life, Maribel was visited by the Marquise.
Amelie and Sophie felt sorry for the poor mother and daughter, but Maribel took no action after Stella died.
Only then did Juliet put on a brick wig and smear the juice of the metum fruit on her face.
Shortly after Mrs.
Anais, Stella, who had been suffering from a long illness, finally died.
After her mother's sudden death, before her daughter recovered, although it was unknown how they knew, the marquise sent people who took Stella's body.
The sudden death of the mother leading to the collection of Stella's body by the people sent by the Marquise.
After the sudden expulsion, Stella died, so the two thought, the marchioness may feel a pang of conscience and will hold a funeral for her.
“Now that this little thing is so big, time flies.” After mentioning Stella's death, Sophie, who was lost in old thoughts, slapped a cloth over her eyes that were holding back tears.
“You know what?
Now this year is the coming of age ceremony... but I'm worried because she doesn't mature and is always scatterbrained and reckless.
I feel like I'm watching a child being placed in water.” Amelie sighed as she loaded the last repaired dress into the cart.
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