Chapter 29 - What’s My Purpose?

Chapter 29 –  What’s My Purpose?

Trisha’s cheeks turned red, her whole face was burning hot. She knew there was a big difference between her status and Diana’s. Not to mention the circumstances that her family went through. His father had only a title of baron, and the debts he had from gambling left him destitute. Her mother, on the other hand, was a commoner without a surname.

“Well, that’s… Diana…”

“Huh, do you think you can utter Diana’s name from that filthy mouth?”

Trisha, who lived like a maid, saw Diana as her only friend. But in Sylvia’s eyes, Trisha was just as frivolous as the other maids in the palace.

“You should know your limitations.”

Trisha’s face glowed red in shame.

“Do you ever consider Diana’s feelings? Did you know that you shouldn’t be calling her “Diana” when you’re outside? You said you belong to a noble family, how come you haven’t even learned the basic laws? You do know she is going to be the Crown Princess soon?”

Trisha squeezed the hem of the dress tightly, the soft silk fabric creeping into her hands. At that time, Sylvia noticed a pin on Trisha’s head. Unlike the dress, which Sylvia had no knowledge of, she was sure that there was no money for Baron Blanc to buy that intricately designed hair ornament.

“I think you need to learn.” Sylvia glared at Trisha. “Can’t you take that hand off right now? It’s not like you were made to wear that dress!”

Trisha took her hand away from the hem of the dress and looked terrified at the duchess in the wagon.

“Friend? It may be because our Diana grew innocent. Do you think that you’re good enough to know that? Was becoming a maid your only intention?”

Sylvia’s voice was sharp. Trisha, her head down, silently endured the mocking stares from the pedestrians who pointed at them at the end of the alleyway.

“Please explain. Why are you wearing those clothes? It was specially made for Diana, so don’t think about lying.”

“Diana gave this to me as a present.”

“And that hairpin?”

Sylvia’s voice shrilled to the fullest, pounding Trisha’s heart. Trisha bit her lip. There was no choice but to wait for the storm to pass, as his drunken father would usually utter.

“Oh, such a shame.”

Duchess Sylvia found this absurd. Trisha was just a tool. A temporary maid, who was so proudly walking around in Diana’s dress and forgot that she was a maid.

“Donna.”

Sylvia called her maid to pull the hairpin roughly off to Trisha’s head. Her hair disheveled into a mess, but Trisha made no sound.

“Keep this in your mind. You’re playing a role that matches Diana’s mood.”

The cold reality shivered all the way down to Trisha’s spine.

“You must know your purpose. I hired you to serve as Diana’s toy. A toy that Diana would use until she gets tired of playing. You are a puppet that moves along with Diana.”

Trisha raised her head, and she saw Sylvia gazing at her with her eyes full of disdain, which looked sharper than a sword.

All Trisha wanted was to be Diana’s friend. That is why it was difficult for her to understand why she should go through this kind of humiliation.

“Oh, look at those eyes. Where did you get that red color…?”

Sylvia freaked out and opened her fan to cover her face halfway. People who are still conservative are said to have red hair. It was a type of discrimination for no particular reason. Very few people were born with red hair, and all kinds of strange stories were attached to them.

“Donna, I’m done educating this child.”

“Yes…? How about the dress?” Sylvia’s curious maid asked.

Cold eyes glanced up and down at Trisha again.

“What should I do with that dress? That’s already worn! ”

Sylvia was looking at Trisha without blinking, and the maid knew what it meant. The maid raised her bitter hand toward Trisha without hesitation. Soon, a rubbing noise thundered on Trisha’s cheek. Sylvia saw the scene, but she was too lazy to say a word. Over and over again, Sylvia’s maid poured countless slaps on Trisha’s cheeks. Her lips burst with blood, and it was hard for her to stand upright because her eyes felt sore.

“How many more hits?” The maid felt empowered while slapping Trisha.

“That’s enough… Let’s go back. “Sylvia answered with a hint of contentment.

“Yes, madam.”

The wagon went off the alley as if nothing had happened. Trisha stood there for a long time, holding the beautiful hem of her first beautiful dress. Her lips tasted bloody, and her cheeks were hot as if it had already burned.

My purpose…

Trisha didn’t shed a tear. Instead, she stared at the wagon moving away.

What is my purpose? She asked herself.

Both Diana and Trisha possessed aristocratic spirits. Trisha was seventeen years old like Diana, and both had the honor of being alone with the Crown Prince. The fact that Trisha had a poor title, a poor family, was not something that the Duchess should use to put her down.

What’s the difference between me and Diana?

Trisha in Diana’s dress shone like Diana. In a short time, she also had a solitary chat with the Crown Prince. It was ridiculous, however, for a duchess to despise her like this.

It’s different… No, it’s not. Trisha whispered in her bloody lips.

Friends are the same thing. That was what I heard when I first met Diana. That remark allowed Trisha to take a heavy step away from the eyes of others instead of breaking down.