Ending The Extra Villainess's Unrequited Love! (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 15
“Miss, the tailor has arrived.”
“Yes. Let him in!”
The man standing before her was a handsome fellow with an unassuming air.
Wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers, he lowered his gaze.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Your Highness. I am Marcel Oder.”
His light-blue hair and sky-blue eyes formed a harmonious pair, evoking a gentle and neat impression.
“Welcome, Marcel.”
Diana smiled at Marcel, who sat across from her. He was an aspiring designer hoping to join the capital’s royal atelier.
There was only one reason she had summoned this unknown commoner tailor.
‘This man is destined to become a genius designer…!’
Diana needed a dress for the upcoming ball.
And by perfect coincidence, Penice’s future personal tailor currently resided in the Arnel territory.
Diana had recalled this fact after noticing the maids wearing high-waisted dresses during their outings.
‘How could I have forgotten Marcel? He’s the trendsetter who shapes fashion itself.’
A few years later, his dresses would become wildly popular in the capital, sparking a revolution in the dressmaking industry.
His designs, which eliminated corsets and excessive lace to emphasize mobility, became all the rage among the newly risen nobles who criticized the imperial court’s extravagance and decadence.
And at the heart of this trend, acting like a modern-day influencer, was none other than Penice, the eldest daughter of the Hyperion family.
Diana, who had never shown her face in high society and was often dismissed as merely leeching off the ducal estate, had watched their rise through gossip sheets.
At the time, she had simply admired the success of a fellow townsman while reading Marcel’s interviews. But now, the situation had changed.
What fortune that this genius designer hailed from Arnel itself!
Marcel, bewildered, looked around the spacious and lavishly decorated reception room.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Diana. Feel free to address me however you’re comfortable.”
“Yes… Miss…”
“You must be wondering why I called you here today.”
“Yes…”
“I’d like to commission a dress from you.”
Both Marcel’s and Angela’s eyes widened at once. Angela swallowed hard and whispered discreetly into Diana’s ear.
“Miss, you already have a personal designer. This fellow is just an apprentice in the atelier—a mere transient…”
“I know. But I like him.”
Diana handed a sheet of paper to Marcel, who was still scratching his cheek, unable to grasp what was happening.
“What’s this…?”
“This is my annual budget for commissioned dresses.”
“Ten million gold…?”
“I’m considering appointing you as my personal tailor—for now, at least, until you join the capital’s atelier.”
His eyes widened in shock, and he stammered.
“M-may I ask… just what about me led you to make such a grand offer? As that lady said, I’m nothing more than a transient…”
Angela flinched and looked away. Instead, she gestured apologetically toward the dress she was wearing.
“Don’t mind what Angela said. What matters is talent, not titles. We do have a personal tailor who’s served the estate for twenty years, but… as you can see from what I’m wearing now, his aesthetic sense leaves much to be desired… though Father doesn’t seem to care at all.”
“Y-yes… no… I mean, yes…”
Since the moment he arrived, Marcel hadn’t taken his eyes off Diana’s dress.
Not because it was beautiful—but because he was horrified by its baffling design.
‘There are still people wearing dresses like that…?’
Overwhelmed by the alarming fashion sense, he fidgeted, unsure where to look.
Diana gave an awkward smile and glanced down at the sketches Marcel had prepared.
“Most of these look more like everyday wear than formal gowns.”
“Yes… I suppose I took into account the social standing of my usual clientele…”
“But the details are all exquisite. They feel both practical and elegant.”
“That’s too kind of you…”
“My reason for choosing you is precisely this practicality. Noble attire is always overly ornate and impossible to move in. It’s as if they never intend to do anything but stand around in those dresses…”
“Well… you are the idol of the duchy’s people! I still believe ornate gowns can be aesthetically magnificent.”
Fearful of committing lèse-majesté, he avoided her gaze and nervously licked his lips.
“…Thank you. But I don’t like dresses burdened with expensive lace and jewels. I’m sure you can craft something far more practical than this.”
Diana’s eyes sparkled as she handed him back the sketches.
Marcel frowned slightly and muttered to himself.
“…I’m… not sure if I’m capable. This is such a huge offer—my first of its kind… Perhaps it would be better to entrust it to someone else…”
‘What nonsense! You absolutely must take this on!’
Diana’s eyes blazed as she clenched her fists.
“You’re talented enough to join the capital’s atelier right this moment.
Honestly, I think even the maids’ everyday clothes look more stylish than what I’m wearing…! It’s no exaggeration to say you’re already shaping fashion trends in our territory.”
“B-but I’m just an apprentice.”
“Didn’t you say your regular clients already commission pieces specially from you? Don’t worry—trust yourself. There’s always a reason people seek you out.”
And so, a week ago, she had begun receiving dress designs from this genius tailor.
He churned out several new sketches each day.
Moreover, every single one was uniquely captivating.
‘No wonder they call him a genius.’
Among the sketches Marcel had sent, one stood out—a lilac silk gown.
Rather than tightly lacing a corset to exaggerate the figure, it featured a seam just below the bust, allowing the fabric to drape softly in an elegant line.
“This should be more than enough to catch Penice’s attention.”
Only today could she finally try on the finished dress.
“Good heavens… you look stunning, Miss… You’re an angel incarnate.”
The moment the tailor left, Angela ushered her eagerly to the vanity.
“Try on the shoes and accessories too, won’t you?”
“Alright. You can do my hair while you’re at it.”
“I looove it! I was worried at first, but now I can’t stop praising you… As you said, it’s high time fashion changed. Such a beautiful dress that’s also practical is bound to be a hit.”
Angela neatly tied Diana’s hair back and gave her a thumbs-up.
Diana beamed and nodded.
‘Angela’s taste is usually unreliable, but even I can tell this dress is magnificent…! I’m in such a good mood…’
With this dress, Diana intended to draw the attention of Penice, fashion’s reigning icon.
Once Angela finished the final touches, she positioned Diana before the mirror.
“You’re absolutely breathtaking, Miss… I think I’m going to cry.”
Diana stared blankly at the girl reflected in the mirror.
She wasn’t the kind of beauty that would move one to tears as Angela claimed, but compared to her usual self, this transformation was astonishing.
The delicate pastel-toned dress, white gloves, and hair neatly tied back to reveal her neckline formed a perfect trinity.
Even the pearl hairpin added as an accent pleased her immensely with its subtle, refined gleam.
‘Even on a pig, a pearl necklace is better than none.’
Just as she nodded in satisfaction and looked up at Angela—
“Is Diana here?”
A knock sounded from outside.
“Ugh, what awful timing—why now?”
Angela was about to flare up, but Diana stopped her and called out.
“Angela, it’s fine. Please prepare some tea. I’m starting to get hungry.”
“…Yes.”
Angela left with a faintly sulky air.
Diana chuckled helplessly as she saw her off—just then, she spotted Raoul’s toes peeking through the gap as he slipped out behind Angela.
“You can come in.”
When Diana swung the door wide open, Raoul jumped back in surprise.
‘Why’s he making that face…?’
“…I still have a few more fittings to do, so I’m not properly dressed… but… do you want to come in and take a look…?”
She spoke awkwardly, but received no reply.
“…Raoul?”
His ears turned scarlet, his whole body trembled, and suddenly he stammered.
“A-actually, I just came to say I’ll be finishing practice late today, so I probably won’t make it to the library.”
“Oh… I see.”
“I’ll… go first.”
He fled as if rushing to an urgent appointment.
Diana waved at his retreating back, then returned to her room and gazed once more into the mirror.
‘He must be really busy…’
Honestly, she’d hoped just a little that he’d find her prettier—and she couldn’t help but feel a foolish pang of disappointment.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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Before her lay that disgusting tongue, stretched out as if ready to touch her an
This is the worst situation I’ve ever read about that happened to a heroine🥲 Wasn’t this supposed to be a romance novel?! 😭😭
Kkkkkk—This was the final moment as her body tipped into the monster's maw.
Raoul!!! Come and save the poor heroine, she’s being eaten! Oh my God, will there be another time travel?!
Before parting, Ayla hugged both Diana and Raoul once more.
I hope you never appear in any chapters; you cause misunderstandings and create divisions between them.
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Sebastian!! Show Diana, she’ll die while you’re playing with butterflies like an idiot😂😭😭