A Painting of the Villainess as a Young Lady
Chapter 211

“Etiquette is necessary in a place like this. Of course, one’s attire is a part of that etiquette.”

“Then you’re saying that wearing something too flashy all by yourself couldn’t possibly be good. This is a place for everyone to share tea together after all, isn’t it?”

“…I am only speaking of how one may dress according to proper etiquette.”

“Is that so? Then ultimately, the attire that pleases Her Majesty the Empress, who has graciously hosted this occasion, would be the most fitting form of etiquette for this gathering. Don’t you think?”

Violet retorted with a smile.

Lady Tolofia pitted Violet against Aileen and gave thinly veiled criticism about her attire through the underlying message, ‘You are the only one who’s overdressed.’

However, since the Empress hadn’t commented on this at all, Violet implied she should just keep her opinions to themselves.

At this rebuttal, Lady Tolofia merely looked down without changing her expression.

Inadvertently, Violet’s statement also ended up defending Aileen—who, of course, did not show any sign of gratitude.

Violet had no intention of receiving thanks from her anyway.

The atmosphere, once on the verge of turning chilly, quickly warmed again. Of course, this warmth was only superficial as everyone was figuratively kicking each other under the table.

The rest of the tea party was laden with passive aggressive energy and proud boasting. Violet occasionally responded to those who spoke to her, but mainly, she kept to herself and observed.

Despite this, many of the young ladies were wary of her.

“Come to think of it, Lady Aileen, you and the Ducal Lady are dressed the same today. Is it a coincidence?”

Someone brought up the topic of clothing again. Given that Alesia’s attire was closer to riding apparel or a uniform, the conversation naturally revolved around the two individuals aside from Alesia.

Indeed, this topic was belatedly raised.

Not mentioning it earlier was a wise move, as everyone seemed to be walking on eggshells around Violet. A few young ladies had to pause. This was a bold… yet tactless comment.

They, too, were imitating Violet’s previous attire at this gathering, but there was a clear distinction between simply wearing similar styles and outright mimicry—especially within high society where people would typically take issue with wearing the same design from the same boutique.

As Aileen was about to speak, Violet preempted her.

“Oh, it’s because Aileen adores me too much.”

“Huuuh?”

Aileen looked bewildered, suddenly cast as too fond of Violet.

Violet smiled warmly back.

You’ve built a public image of adoring your older sister, but are you trying to contradict yourself now?

If Violet’s words were to be refuted now, Aileen’s image alone would crumble.

Biting the inside of her cheek, Aileen smiled.

“Yes, that’s right. I adore my older sister so much. I wanted to look similar to her, but maybe it doesn’t suit me?”

“Not at all. It suits you too, Lady Aileen.”

What an obvious ruse.

Violet smirked at Aileen. Still, it was a natural enough smile that it was difficult to detect the derisive scorn behind it.

Indeed, their positions were distinct from the start.

Lady Aileen and Ducal Lady Violet.

Despite holding the same title of ‘Ducal Lady’, as Aileen was regarded to be of inferior birth, she was never able to receive proper acknowledgment as a true ducal lady.

This alone was enough reason for Aileen to feel inferior to Violet.

Regardless of the reason, Violet particularly disliked Aileen, who never failed to act like a sly fox towards her.

And that sentiment remained, even as she looked down on Aileen now.

“Suits her, you say… To be honest, I feel sorry for Aileen.”

“Your Ladyship feels sorry? But why?”

The lady sitting beside her asked. Violet’s smile deepened.

“Aileen has often imitated my wardrobe throughout the years. But as you can see, from our appearances to our general atmosphere and even our figures, Aileen and I are quite different. …So naturally, what suits us differs. Yet, she continues to wear designs tailored for me.”

“Oh my, is it so?”

“When did I ever…!”

“That’s why I truly feel sorry. Haven’t I advised you a few times before? That my outfits don’t really suit you. I even tried to encourage you to wear something else. You continued anyway, and seeing that, I might have directed a few harsh words here and there towards you. …You must still be harboring that in your heart.”

“……”

Aileen forgot to manage her now-thoroughly incredulous expression. Violet casually lifted the corners of her mouth, regardless.

Her past of pouring wine, slapping faces, spewing venom without restraint, and frequent slaps was summarized as ‘harsh words’.

Aileen was the first to provoke, yet she ended up being on the receiving end now. She was at a complete loss for words.

She couldn’t argue back. Arguing here would only label her as ‘the younger sister who inappropriately imitates her older sister’s attire.’

Interest already sparked on several young ladies’ faces, including Lady Tolofia.