Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“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?”

Jadeson, you have a different identity now. It’s fine that you’ve made this laughable mistake in front of us, but you have no idea how disastrous things would be if

“What?”

woman who was about to undo her buttons,

Making a laughable

me makes them think that I’m

out of patience, and the look on her

thank you. Although I don’t know much about banieres, I’m

“Your husband?”

right. 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 making banieres for generations. The baniere I have on

words were out in the air,

While she was currently powerless as the

if not for their husbands, those ladies would

the women were all blushing in embarrassment. She added, “Of course, if you still have doubts about my words, I can

“A few?”

My husband has said that the aesthetics of a baniere is dependent on its fabric. For example, the one I’m wearing

Once again, they gasped.

fact, Dorthea’s face had

one not know

inch of the fabric would be

like them might not be able to

wearing was an entire

a single sound after that as they stared at the baniere Sasha was wearing