“I have to tell you this, Mrs. Jadeson. This kind of traditional one-piece dress—baniere—is from Jazona. My hometown, Saspiuburg, especially, has a century-long history with baniere,” Dorthea rambled on as she took off her mink coat with faked casualness.

Sasha quietly watched her.

“Wow, Mrs. Oveson, you’re wearing baniere as well? Where did you buy this? It’s so pretty!”

“Hear, hear. Mrs. Oveson, the baniere you have on must be an haute couture baniere, right?”

Dramatic gasps and praises rang out in the room. Before Sasha could say anything, the other women had begun showering her with praises.

There are haute couture banieres?

Sasha then let her confused eyes flicker between Dorthea’s dress and hers.

She remembered that the accessories on her baniere were more traditional, for Sebastian had hired old tailors to make this dress by hand.

Yet, the moment Dorthea revealed her baniere, the other women began praising her in all kinds of ways possible.

On the other hand, all they had were looks of disdain and mockery for the baniere Sasha had on.

Sasha was speechless.

Thus, she ignored them. Right as she was about to head outside, the wife of the Minister of Transportation came to her.

“Mrs. Jadeson, it seems like Mrs. Oveson is quite an expert with banieres. Why don’t you ask her to teach you a thing or two about how the buttons of the baniere should be?”

now. It’s fine that you’ve made this laughable mistake in front of us, but you have no idea how disastrous

“What?”

woman who was about to undo

a laughable

of me makes them think that I’m trying to make

Sasha had run out of patience, and the look on her

know much

“Your husband?”

Most of the banieres at Jazona are manufactured by his company, and he has several stores catering to the foreign ambassadors. Moreover, the tailors he hires are old tailors who come from families who have been

those words were out in the air,

forgotten who she originally was. While she was currently powerless as the wife of

if not for their husbands, those ladies would be

that the women were all blushing in embarrassment. She added, “Of course, if you still have doubts about my words, I can always have my husband send a few of

“A few?”

of a baniere is dependent on its fabric. For

Once again, they gasped.

fact, Dorthea’s face

not know of

most expensive and rarest item in silk tapestry. Every inch of the fabric would be of an

wealthy women like them might not be able

was an entire baniere

that as they stared at the baniere

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