As she walked quickly to board the tram, Scarlett remembered Andrei's words and looked at her skirt.
She wasn't dirty, but if she ran into Victor at Domfelt Mansion, she would definitely hear a reprimand.
Perhaps because of her long sitting to work, Scarlett felt dizzy under the rare sunlight.
But the thought that Isaac could feel this sun made her heart warm.
She arrived at Domfelt Palace around two o'clock in the afternoon, hoping to get out before Victor returned from the royal palace.
Blight welcomed her warmly: “You have come, miss!
Thank you for taking the trouble to come.”
Scarlett felt embarrassed by his enthusiastic welcome even though she had come for nothing great: “Anyway, Victor won't notice if something disappears...”
“Yes, I think so too.
But I'm afraid of accidentally ling something we don't know about.”
“That's right, it's embarrassing.”
Scarlett nodded in understanding and headed to the dressing room in the suite she was using.
The places Scarlett used seemed strange because they had not changed.
Since the day she took her favorite things and left, everything has remained the same.
Even the dressing room was full of dresses she had left behind.
Since the dresses were subject to fashion, the cost of repairing them was more than what they would l for at auction, so they were not chosen.
Scarlett said to Candace, who was walking behind her with a pen and notebook: “These dresses should be sold or thrown away, they are left like this.”
“Yes, indeed”
Candace outwardly agreed, but internally she hid her concern.
Victor was the one who ordered that Scarlett's belongings not be touched.
Scarlett had no idea how much effort went into keeping these places as they were.
Some servants called that room “the dead wife’s room,” as if keeping it mummified was only explained if the beloved wife was dead.
Scarlett was alive, and they divorced because they betrayed each other's heart.
But many wondered why such an effort was being made to preserve the room, and no one dared to ask.
Scarlett headed to the jewelry box inside the dressing room, which was the size of a table.
I opened all the doors and lost myf in thought: “Hmm...”
The Domfelts were a family of dispossessed princesses and desolate landowners.
Since it was a family that was hastily created to expel Marina Irene, it had no history or traditions, and thus was not an ancient family.
To make up for this deficiency, Victor would regularly purchase items rich in history at auctions.
Scarlett's birthdays and wedding anniversaries were opportunities to buy such items.
The jewelry and furniture he gave Scarlett belonged to historical figures, believing they would bolster the Domfelt family's legitimacy.
And perhaps that was actually possible.
But this may take a hundred years.
Anyway, these jewelry were kept in a separate safe, so the jewelry box was almost empty compared to its size.
Even the box itf belonged to a famous singer.
While Scarlett was thinking seriously, Candace said from behind: “Can’t you pick something out of the safe?”
“Oh, no.
Everything in the safe has a history, it will be difficult to l it.
Victor won’t like that.”
“Sometimes I pity my husband,” Scarlett replied, caressing the box.
“His obsession with honor.”
“You pity the master?
If there was someone to pity, everyone would die.”
Scarlett laughed at Candace's comment: “That's true, isn't it?”
She checked the box again and said, “But, you know, I have at least one person in the world who really loves me.”
“You were too for the master.”
Scarlett laughed: “Yes, now I think about it.
How I loved him.
People cheat sometimes.
I have to forgive him for that.”
“Exactly.
How much did he sleep?
It wasn’t a lie.”
Candace continued to support her, and Scarlett continued to laugh.
While searching through the box, she finally found something suitable for the charity event: “Ah, that's good.”
Candace looked embarrassed at what Scarlett pulled out.
The tiara she wore to her wedding was the only thing made especially for her.
Due to tradition, she wore Marina's dress and ring, but the tiara was made new because Marina's, black-haired, tiara did not fit the blonde Scarlett.
“People may not like it because it's from a failed marriage...”
While Scarlett was muttering while looking at the crown, Victor entered the room.
Scarlett looked at the clock in amazement, the search had taken longer than she expected.
She quickly closed the box and got up: “Sorry, I didn’t find anything suitable, so I was late.”
She raised the crown and said, “I thought I would present this.”
“Do it, it looks good.”
“You don't remember jewelry very well, do you?”
“Never”
Victor admitted frankly, and Scarlett put the crown on and said, “This is the one I wore to our wedding.
Since our marriage failed, people might not like it.”
“Don't you have anything else?
You have a lot of jewelry.”
"They're all important, they can't be sold.
How do I put Richard Camelli's ring or Natalia Irene's necklace up for auction?"
Richard Camille was a historic knight leader, and Natalia Irene, a hundred years ago, was a royal and the most beautiful woman in history.
Whenever Scarlett heard stories about Natalia's beauty, she thought that Victor's appearance was living proof of this.
Victor was not interested in jewelry, so he responded spontaneously: “That's right.
So, give me some of my stuff.
Most of them are new.”
He gestured with his head toward the door, as if inviting her out.
Scarlett nodded and got up.
I went to his room and checked his things.
Unlike her old things, Victor's things were all new, which she carefully ected and presented to him.
Scarlett realizes that her stuff is old, while his stuff is new.
Throughout their marriage, they gave each other what the other wanted.
He, wanting to raise the family name, needed old things, while she, who had received nothing new since the age of twelve, longed for the new.
At the beginning of the marriage, Scarlett was thrilled just by giving Victor gifts.
But she gradually realized that it was just a way to build the history of the Domfelt family.
She, in turn, would buy him things from the most prominent stores.
Perhaps he too felt bitter and disappointed upon receiving her gifts, as she did.
Scarlett recently thought that her efforts were a kind of coercion.
With an effortlessly calm face, Victor asked, “Seventh Street is also holding a charity event.
Do you have any unused blankets or something?”
He tilted his head to look at her: “What kind of charity event?”
“As the name suggests, the people of Seventh Street are organizing a charity event.
They collect donations, and they give out blankets and pickles that can be stored for the winter.
Oh, and firewood would be good too...”
Scarlett stopped frantically explaining to convince him.
Victor was standing, leaning against the dresser, looking at her.
Unlike most people who react with expressions and gestures, it was difficult to interact with Victor.
He didn't respond with words of approval, just looked on with smug eyes that seemed uninterested in everything.
She couldn't tell if he was listening or even slightly interested.
"If you're not interested, let's forget it," Scarlett continued, her mouth slightly stiff, "For auction, I'll offer these buttons.
They don't suit you."
“I didn't say I wasn't interested.”
“But you're not interested.”
She lifted her chin slightly to look at him.
Victor looked at her for a moment, then leaned towards her.
Her shoulders trembled from his cold proximity.
He inclined his head and said, “So, donations, blankets, pickles, and firewood.
What else?”
Her lips opened slightly and she stopped.
When she did not speak, he added: “What?”
“Wool clothes.
They collect old things, take them apart, and re-weave them to make new clothes.
I have some thick shawls, they can be taken apart...”
While she was speaking, Victor continued to look at her, so she added embarrassedly: “That’s all.”
She felt like she should report to him, but he turned his head and laughed.
He didn't laugh much, so the laugh seemed to come from astonishment.
Her cheeks were red with embarrassment, but she raised her head stiffly.
Victor rang the bell to summon Blight and said, “Send any unused blankets, pickles, and firewood to Seventh Street.”
“For a charity event?
Okay, sir.”
“Oh, and anything made of wool can be reused.”
“Yes”
“That's it”
“What?”
Blight blinked in surprise at Victor's strange words, and Scarlett's eyes widened in astonishment.