Should she go and check? But no matter what excuse she made, it seemed she would only appear as an employer who came to check how well her employee was doing.

‘Damn it.’

At every moment, Jen missed Debora.

When she returned late at night, she wanted to check her sleeping face and gently stroke it.

With utmost care, she wanted to touch her face, possibly leaving a mark.

From the morning of the party day, Dia’s surroundings were bustling.

Although the party would take place in the evening, they needed to move quickly to depart comfortably.

“What fragrance should we use for the bath oil?”

“I’ve prepared soft food as you mentioned yesterday, but what about the tea?”

“When should you try on the dress?”

Debora kindly answered the pouring questions.
All the servants handled their tasks without mistakes, and Irene once again taught Dia the things she must remember. As a result, morning quickly turned into afternoon.

“Sigh…”

Until she put on the dress, it was hectic, but once she had it on, the surroundings fell silent.

Alone in the room, Dia awkwardly looked at herself in the mirror.

The Grasian-style hairdo, neatly pulled up rather than the current Aestrian trend, subtle makeup, and the scent of lilac were all unfamiliar.

The people who helped Dia with her appearance today all praised her as beautiful.

However, to Dia herself, she only appeared as someone who forcefully hid a foolish appearance.

‘I’m scared.’

Dia had never done anything properly. She couldn’t learn the same thing at once and had to repeat it several times.

Yet, in the end, she still made mistakes.

She would surely make mistakes at the party and undoubtedly disappoint others.

Jen and everyone who helped her would eventually sigh, wondering why she looked like this.

‘I want to run away.’

Even tightly clenching her trembling hands didn’t dispel the anxiety. At that moment, Debora found her in the room.

“It’s almost time for you to leave now.”

Debora opened the largest jewelry box she brought. The diamond necklace shone brilliantly.

“I’ll put it on for you.”

After Debora’s hand left, Dia had to bear the substantial weight of the necklace on her delicate neck.

“Why are you like this? Is there something uncomfortable?”

Debora, seeing Dia’s unfavorable expression in the mirror, said.

“I’m just worried.”

Dia said with a trembling voice. In truth, Dia didn’t want to say such words.

Debora had always helped Dia diligently. Debora probably worked harder for this party preparation.

How unpleasant it must be for everyone to see her just standing still today.

Yet, anxiety emerged on its own.

“I’ll surely make a mistake. I’ll inconvenience everyone…”

Tears gathered in Dia’s eye corners. It seemed like they would fall any moment, but Dia held them back.

Because even this makeup was someone’s effort.

“If only I could be like Miss Debora.”

Smart, beautiful, elegant… How nice it would be if Dia were like that too.

Even if she resembled Debora just a little, she wouldn’t be a burden to everyone.

‘Even if I’m not loved, at least I won’t be hated.’

When Dia lowered her head, Debora spoke.

“You can’t be like me, Miss.”

Feeling her face flush, Dia quickly lifted her head and extended her hand.

“Of course! Of course not. How could I be like you? I didn’t mean that just now…”
Dia’s trembling voice resonated like her body was shaking. At that moment, Debora gently grabbed her hand with warm and affectionate touch.

“Miss.”

Dia, who was looking down at the floor again, slowly raised her eyes.

The person who called Dia so affectionately had a beautiful smile on her face.

“I mean, Miss, you’re a noble, and I’m a maid. Our positions are different. You’re the one who rules, and I’m the one who serves.”

Debora carefully delivered her words.

“Miss, it’s natural to worry about making mistakes. It’s not something to be ashamed of or something wrong. Even actors who rehearse the same play every day for a long time can make mistakes. What about you, Miss, who has practiced for so long?”

Debora, holding Dia’s hand, spoke with strength.

“So, not making mistakes is not crucial. What’s more important is not doing wrong, and even more important is realizing the mistake. In the world, there are quite a few people who go on without realizing they’ve made a mistake.”

As Debora held Dia’s hand and spoke, Dia’s tense shoulders relaxed.

“If, by any chance, you make a mistake or do something wrong, just apologize politely.”

“What if the person doesn’t accept my apology?”

Dia asked with a trembling voice.

“Hmm…”

Debora looked up at the ceiling, contemplating.

‘I wish I could say there won’t be such a thing…’

After organizing her thoughts, Debora turned her eyes back to Dia.

“It could definitely happen. When we consider something natural, someone else might not see it that way.”

Debora spoke with a tender smile to Dia, who seemed discouraged.

“But, Miss, based on my experiences, there are more good people in the world than bad ones.”

Of course, Debora knows. In high society, people might show more coldness than kindness to Dia.

But nothing had happened yet.

Disappointment from expectations was bad, but constantly living with worries was worse.

‘So, worrying is enough for me alone.’

Debora just wanted to say good things to Dia.

“Today will be a very wonderful day.”

They say words have power, so she had to be careful.

Therefore, Debora sincerely hoped that the words she pulled out from her heart would come true.

“So, until you make a mistake, keep your posture right like you’re doing now…”

“…”

“Look at the other person like you’re looking at me right now. That’s enough.”

There was an unmelting ice inside Dia.

Since the beginning of her memory, the ice that had been with her had not melted easily.

The ice always made Dia feel cold inside, but she had to carry it with her.

However, at this moment, droplets began to form on that large piece of ice.
“May I put on the ring?”

In response to Debora’s question, Dia nodded.

A dazzling diamond ring encircled her ring finger.

The ring felt heavy on Dia’s finger, but she could bear it.