target chapter 7

“Miss Sert, is that you? It’s Alex! We’ve met before, haven’t we? Haha… Funny seeing you at a dress shop today, and not at the Grand Duke’s residence.”

The original Lynne had been dead serious about her obsession. She was the type to wait for the Grand Duke outside his residence for three days straight, lugging around three days’ worth of high-calorie desserts.

And every time, it had been Sir Alex Ackerman, Miller’s aide, who had persuaded her to return home.

When he would try to convince her to leave, saying His Grace the Grand Duke was not in a good mood, the original Lynne would raise her voice, veins popping in her neck, and retort shrilly, ‘And when, exactly, will that mood of his improve!’

The aide truly was a long-suffering supporting character.

The aide gave a friendly smile and began to speak carefully.

“Well, you see, that is… haha.”

“I’m sorry, Sir Alex. I have to buy this dress. I have nothing else to wear.”

“Oh my, of course! You’re right! But, uh… if Miss Sert would consider our past memories, I would be willing to offer twice the price of the dress…”

“I’m sorry. And since there will be no occasion to build such memories in the future, would you please stop coveting this dress?”

At her last words, the aide’s eyes widened.

No occasion to build such memories in the future? The corners of his mouth twitched strangely.

But it was only for a moment. He soon let out a great sigh, his face crestfallen. A dress was a dress, and an obsession was an obsession.

“Is it really not possible, Miss Sert? You… you know His Grace the Grand Duke’s temperament.”

What does Miller’s bad temper have to do with this dress?

Lynne heaved a sigh.

“I won’t go anywhere near the Grand Duke’s residence from now on, so please give up on the dress. Anyone can see it suits me better.”

She was practically an angel, offering the Grand Duke’s side the very terms they wanted for a dress she had already purchased. But in Miller’s eyes, Lynne would only appear to be a villainess, consumed by jealousy and snatching Mirian’s dress.

“Then how about three times the price?”

“No.”

“Then four times…”

“The more you offer, the more I want to buy it. It’s an instinct.”

The aide looked at Miller with an expression of utter despair.

Miller just stared back at his aide with an annoyed look, as if to say, Why are you looking at me?

A heavy silence fell. Mirian, who had been watching nervously from the side, took the aide’s sleeve.

“Um… it’s all right.”

Only when Mirian intervened did Alex finally let go of Lynne’s dress. And the moment he saw it, Miller left with a look of pure irritation.

Miller was always like that. If Mirian could breathe underwater, he was the kind of man who would believe it. His love for her was deep, but because he didn’t know how to express it, he was an obsessive madman.

Miller wasn’t crazy in general. He was just crazy for Mirian.

“That will be 600 silver!”

Holy crap. 600 silver? How much is that?

Like, six million won? It’s probably fine for a rich noble.

Lynne looked at the shopping bag in her hand and smiled languidly.

Yes, this was the life she had dreamed of. Not the life of the original Lynne, who had staked her life on a single man!

It had reached the point where she felt sorry for the original owner of this body. Why had she suffered so much, risking her life for Grand Duke Miller!

I wonder if the original Lynne is in my body right now, working a part-time job?

The thought was fleeting. Lynne looked around the bustling dress shop and shook her head.

They say 96% of worries are useless. Let’s drop it.

Lynne shook her head firmly and approached the window where handbags and shoes were displayed.

Just then, she noticed Mirian in the middle of the shop, getting jostled from all sides, her face pale.

“…”

Why is she standing there like a lost cat, making people feel so uncomfortable?

Lynne looked back and forth between a black handbag and Mirian.

That would look good on her.

Unlike Lynne, Mirian had a small frame, but her charm was her decadent atmosphere. Even if her personality was so naively gentle.

Lynne approached Mirian and pressed the handbag into her hands. It was made of black patent leather, with pearls for decoration instead of a tassel.

“It suits you, my lady. The dress is mine since I picked it first, but I had no ill will. So please, don’t misunderstand.”

At just those words, Mirian smiled brightly, her eyes welling with tears.

“Thank you…!”