Chapter 10
A week passed, and the birthday banquet was drawing closer. Amelia had already pretty much adapted to this world, and while things still fascinated her, it wasn't as novel as it had once been.
Amelia had a problem: getting her grandfather a birthday gift. Her grandfather was so wealthy that there was almost nothing he lacked, thus anything to be given had to be impactful, something he would cherish. But the problem was, what was that thing? What could she give him that he would cherish so much and wouldn't just end up among his other pile of gifts?
She had thought of getting him an expensive painting or a piece that represented longevity, but when she looked at the money in her account, she was basically poor.
The only other option was to go giftless or make the gift herself.
Make it herself...
She could do that. Besides, as someone who was once a noble lady, from childhood she had been taught the proper education required of a noblewoman, spanning from etiquette and dance to embroidery, and she was taught by the best of the best.
To show her love for Aldrich, when they had just gotten married, she had embroidered and embroidered, despite her fingers being filled with numerous pricks from the needles, the blood it drew, and the time it took. But she didn't care, as long as she could make Aldrich happy, as long as she could show her love for him.
When she had given him what she had embroidered, her eyes shining, expecting him to praise her, she had instead seen his face curl in disgust as he coldly told her never to make such a thing again. She had been flabbergasted. Hadn't her teacher told her that it was one of the ways to a man's heart? So why did he seem to hate her instead?
Amelia shook her head, trying to get rid of that memory.