Sister, I'm the Queen This Life (330 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 402

Isabella’s escort had been Count Di Pasquale, but the man who ended up taking her home was Marquis Salvati.

He was the husband of Marchioness Salvati, with whom Isabella had formed an indirect acquaintance during activities of the Order of the Silver Cross.

The reason Marquis Salvati—an older man with a noticeable paunch—was the one to accompany Isabella home instead of the young and slender Count Di Pasquale was undoubtedly the crimson topaz tiara he had gifted her, as large as a quail’s egg.

“Oh my, it’s absolutely beautiful!”

“Your joy, Isabella, is far more beautiful than any mere trinket.”

But as the saying goes, there’s no such thing as a free lunch.

Marquis Salvati pushed Isabella into the carriage belonging to the Contarini family—or more precisely, the Bartolini household—and Isabella, feigning helplessness, went along with it. Calculations were already spinning rapidly through her mind.

‘Just how much is this worth? If it were a real ruby, it’d easily be worth over 500 ducats!’

Unfortunately, the tiara was made of topaz, and even including the gold setting and craftsmanship, its value barely reached 100 ducats.

Still, whether sapphire or topaz, it was an absurdly lavish price to pay merely for an evening’s smile.

The hem of Isabella’s red dress vanished into the carriage, and the transparent crimson topaz tiara sparkled under the torchlight outside the ballroom.

“No, no! That’s quite enough for tonight.”

“Don’t be like that, Isabella…”

“Eeek! No! Aren’t you a gentleman?”

The voices of the man and woman negotiating inside the carriage drifted out. On the driver’s seat sat Agosto, his expression impossible to describe.

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