I Raised Snow White!

62. First Friends (3)

[Chapter 62] – First Friends (3)

‘What is this…’

Following Mrs. Serena into the room where I was guided, I had nowhere to look, so I just stared at the wine glass in her hand. I thought it was just a drink because there was a story, but it wasn’t like that at all. Shortly after arriving in the room-

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“Will you change into a negligee? Aren’t you uncomfortable wearing a dress?”

Mrs. Serena smiled and lent me a negligee. Negligee with no sleeves and a deep neckline. Made of silk, it wasn’t transparent enough to see through, but it wasn’t enough to hide everything.

I looked at the negligee Mrs. Serena handed me and frowned at her. I came to ask for a drink, but suddenly changed into pajamas? When I looked at Mrs. Serena with an expression of incomprehension, she smiled at her and unfolded the negligee she was holding in her hand and showed it to me.

“I’m going to drink on the bed, not on the table.

“In bed?”

“Uh… Didn’t you know that you came here?”

Did you know? When I tilted my head, Mrs. Serena tilted her head in the same way. After a moment of bewilderment, Mrs. Serena widened her eyes and continued the story as if she knew what was going on.

“Ah … Her Highness the Queen has never been superstitious lately in society. So, you probably don’t know the ‘sweet word’ of having a drink ‘in a room’ with newly formed women… I was mistaken for a moment.”

“Sweetfish, Rani?”

“Um… Well, how do I explain this… It’s not that great.”

Mrs. Serena, who was touching her chin, thought for a moment about what to say, then she smiled and looked at me. She was a ‘sweet word’ between wives… She seemed like a gloomy socialite, or even her wife’s gaze at me seemed to somehow take on a sinister atmosphere.

“The ‘sweet word’ for drinking in a room is literally a story of having a drink together. Instead, it’s a story to drink ‘in a room’ that’s a little more comfortable than other times, and not paying attention to others. So, for the most part, having a drink while wearing a negligee comfortably on a bed and not paying attention to others is a ‘secret tea party for wives’ that has been around lately.”

“Is that so…? However, to suddenly wear a see-through negligee like this…”

“That’s… I’m sorry. All the negligees in our mansion are made of those materials… So if Her Highness is uncomfortable, you can drink it at the table normally…”

I glanced at the negligee Mrs. Serena was holding once again. No matter how you look at it, the translucent negligee looked embarrassing to wear in front of others. That kind of negligee was only worn in my room, and I had never shown it in front of anyone except for the princess I slept with.

If you only listen to Mrs. Serena’s story, the slang for ‘drinking in the room’ seemed to be inviting her to their ‘pajama party’. Climbing into bed in pajamas and chatting with each other. Could it be that I was invited to a social gathering like a pajama party?

Here it was easy for Mrs. Serena to refuse her offer of negligee. No matter what, I am the ‘Queen’. However, refusal here means being invited to a pajama party and saying, ‘I don’t like it? I’m supposed to be wearing clothes?’ Aren’t you a person who can’t read the atmosphere?

Anyway, I’ve been trying to get my feet wet these days. It was because the princess was now stepping into the child social world, so it would be nice if she could be the princess’s supporter in the social world. Anyway, when the princess turns 18, she leaves the castle, but…

‘Anyway… wouldn’t I become a ignorant person if I just refused here? Mrs. Serena is still somewhat of a voice in the social world. And the young Countess at her wife’s side. Wouldn’t it be better to accept than to refuse here? Is not it?’

I wondered if the thoughts of a drunk person weren’t that deep. I thought hard with my alcohol-stained brain, but I was just thinking like a hamster on a treadmill. I don’t know which one is right, so let’s just stand still-

“…Sorry. It seems that I made Her Highness uncomfortable because I was short-tempered.”

“Wait a minute…!”

Mrs. Serena turns her head away with her sullen expression. It looked so sad that I stopped her wife without realizing it. After she called, she finally felt that she had no back. I don’t know why she stopped. Her mouth had opened earlier than I thought.

“Really, is this normal in the social world these days? I think I know how your wife used ‘sweet words’ with me. But, she only wears her underwear, no matter how socially she is…”

“She seems to know what Her Highness the Queen is thinking. Even though she said it between women, you would think that it would be undesirable to meet face-to-face wearing just one piece of cloth like this. Even, since we’ve only met twice now, it’s only natural that you think so.”

I nodded slightly. My drunken head wasn’t working properly anymore, and I fully sympathized with Mrs. Serena’s words. It felt like I was just thinking and saying what I couldn’t say out loud instead.

“Actually, I don’t know if all the other wives use this ‘slang’. No matter how vocal I am in the social world, not all wives are on good terms.”

“Is that so…?”

“But, the wives of the ‘Tea Ceremony’ I joined all use this ‘slang’ to promote friendship in this way. There are times when you reveal your inner feelings when you take off your tight dress and talk on a bed where the distance between each other is narrow. It is a little easier to say things that I have not been able to tell others.”

Mrs. Serena, who covered her body with a negligee, continued her story as she moved gently. Her swaying negligee gave the illusion that her wife was wearing a negligee. To hear only her wife’s story, the use of ‘sweetfish’ was really a ‘pajama party’ in another world.

“Well… If you reveal your inner feelings too much, you will do other things.”

“Hmm? What did you say?”

“No. I didn’t say anything.”

I must have said something… Did I hear it wrong? It was a very small voice, like a mumble, so I couldn’t make out what he was saying. In the end, Mrs. Serena, with a slightly weeping voice, glanced at me and bowed her head.

“I’m just saying that Her Highness, the Queen, seems troubled… So I’m using this slang to make things a bit more comfortable…”

“……”

There were always a lot of worries. I didn’t think it was obvious… And, since he said it because he thought of me in that way, he wasn’t in the mood to reject it all the more. I finally closed my eyes tightly, and finally held out my hand to my wife reluctantly.

“Give me.”

“Your Highness the Queen… You don’t have to force yourself too much…”

It was useless to talk like that now. No, while crying so that I wouldn’t refuse in the first place! I accepted the negligee in Serena’s hand as if to snatch it away, and let out a small sigh.

“…I’ll be wearing it soon, so wait. Like you said, there are a lot of worries. If you wear this, your mouth will feel lighter.”

As I strode into what appeared to be a dressing room, I let out a sigh so that Mrs. Serena and the Count could not hear it. I couldn’t help but regret it already. In the end, it was my choice to wear this. I decided to just drink, but what’s going on…

-Is there anything special? I see that the lady really cares about you?

“Really? For some reason, I felt uneasy…”

I sighed again in a sense of frustration and began to take off the dress I was wearing with a whimper. I tried putting my arms behind my back to unzip the zipper on my back, but-

‘Ah, that’s right. I was the type who couldn’t take off the dress I was wearing today unless someone else took it off.’

The dress I wore today was the result of the effort the maids put in to decorate it, saying that I was going out of the castle for the first time in a while. Maybe that’s why I felt more frustrated than usual, and I couldn’t take off my dress without help from others.

No matter how hard I tried to pull the zipper, I couldn’t reach the zipper in an obscure part in the middle of my back. Rubbing my back against the wall only hurts, but the zipper didn’t come down.

“Hu… Can you really help it…?”

I really hate it, I really don’t want to sing it, but in this situation, my options are…

“Ma’am… Can you help me take off the dress…? I’ll do it alone…”

“Yes, of course! Her Highness the Queen!”

It was all about borrowing the help of Serena’s wife or the count. Mrs. She saw me and she came running in a fit of rage, she grabbed the zipper she laughed and didn’t intend to go down. Then she carefully disembarked, even waiting on her to change her clothes.

She said she would change her clothes by herself…

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And now, I’m busy getting on the bed and sipping wine. Yeah… I was distracted and didn’t notice, but I wasn’t the only one wearing a negligee here.

Neither the wife nor the young count. They were sitting in front of me, wearing thin negligees that looked just like mine, and talking to each other. The room was dark, so I couldn’t see properly, but I could still tell what condition the count and his wife were in.

I have nowhere to turn my eyes. What? Do you feel comfortable enough to take off the cramped dress? Does the distance get closer as we climb into the narrow bed together? Not at all. Rather, I had no choice but to close my eyes tightly at the mental distance that was farther than before.

Even though I drank, I felt ashamed and the spirit of alcohol kept flying away. Then, suddenly, I wondered who the person who set up this kind of drinking party was. Usually nobles are extremely reluctant to take off their clothes in front of others…

I sipped the wine in my hand and asked the lady sitting right in front of me.

“Come to think of it… Who started this secret drinking party first? You must have said that drinking parties like this have only recently occurred.”

“Ah, even Her Highness the Queen knows the name. I’m not from my country… They said it started in a secret society run by a wife I’ve recently become close to personally.”

“A secret cult…? I know…?”

Are there any foreigners I know…? As soon as the thought flashed through my head, a name popped into my mind. She is a foreigner, and the wife said that she started a business jointly with Count Serena.

“Mrs. Elise Sergio…?”

“No. Although she has the same last name, she is a different wife. Originally, wasn’t there a wife who was invited to the princess’s first tea party?”

“Come to think of it… Her family, Mrs. Elysee Sergio, was present for personal reasons. Her name must be…”

As I remembered the name, Mrs. Serena smiled and looked at me as if she had the correct answer. Are you saying that someone who is not an aristocrat made such a trend by penetrating into Korean social circles?

“It’s a slang that originated in a secret fraternity hosted by Mrs. Catherine Sergio, an entrepreneur I invested in. I am also attending as a member there.”