If she didn't eat anything, she would only have bones, so Miraila shouldn't tell her to lose weight.
However, Miraila used to tell her all the time that she had to lose weight.
Miraila got angry.
"But you must keep your table manners…"
"Today I'd like to visit the temple outside the city. Is that okay, brother?"
She asked Lawrence for permission to go out, as she was sure that Miraila would not give it to her. That way, Artizea would also avoid hearing her reproaches.
The only thing that Lawrence cared about Artizea was her ability to serve. He didn't care for her as a younger sister.
Miraila was about to explode, but she stopped when Lawrence slowly opened his mouth.
"It's okay, you can go."
"Thank you, brother."
Said Artizea, making Miraila rethink the words she would say.
Then Miraila said in a radiant voice.
"How can you be so considerate? You even think about your sister…"
Artizea had a lot of things to do and she couldn't worry about that.
When she came out, Alice, a maid close to her, approached her quickly.
"My lady, didn't you eat well again? Why did you leave so soon? Usually you…"
"Alice."
Artizea stared at Alice.
She felt a little nostalgic.
Alice was her first personal maid. She was perceptive and loyal, but because of that, she was poisoned instead of Artizea.
"…"
"What is the matter, my lady?"
"It's nothing."
She knew she couldn't and shouldn't have that kind of relationship with the person she was meeting today.
Sophie opened her eyes wide and smiled.
"Isn't that what you expect?"
"Sophie."
"Don't worry. I'll just make sure any man you meet is interested in you."
Sophie said cheerfully, as she curled Artizea's hair.
"My lady, you can become the number one beauty in high society because you are naturally very beautiful. You just need to gain some weight and get some more sleep."
"Nonsense."
"You know you're Miraila's daughter. To be honest, considering her age, now the jewel of high society is… jeez!"
Sophie quickly fell silent when the door opened.
It was Miraila. Lawrence seemed to have finished eating.
Miraila looked around the boudoir. And when she saw that Artizea was being combed, she said scornfully.
"You don't intend to seduce men with that ugly face and that pitiful appearance. Do you?"
Sophie said nothing and concentrated on what she was doing.
Artizea spoke calmly.
"I'm going to the temple. What would I do by seducing the priest, mother?"
"Then why is she curling your hair? Like an old woman?"
Artizea looked at Miraila through the mirror.
Miraila plopped down on a sofa in the boudoir .
"Didn't my brother say he was going out today?"
"He already left."
Miraila sighed, lamenting.