Chapter 67 — Under The Rain (1)
As the carriage rode along the paved road, shaking due to the rain, Cynthia sat inside, looking through the glass window. The scenery was blurred by the heavy rain, making it impossible to see anything beyond the drops of water.
"Stop the carriage," she ordered.
"Y-yes?" The horseman stuttered, surprised by her sudden command.
"I said, stop the carriage," Cynthia repeated in an annoyed tone.
The driver halted the carriage, still unable to comprehend the reason behind her odd order.
Upon hearing the creaking sound of the carriage door, he gasped, turning around to see her stepping outside.
"Your Highness! You mustn’t! It’s raining and you will fall sick!"
"Just stay in here, will you? I’ll be back soon." She grinned as she reached the front where the horseman was seated, his anxiousness evident from his complexion.
The man was unable to say another word. The grand duchess began walking away and stood beside the road.
Cynthia let the heavy downpour drench her clothes, the cold water sending shivers down her spine. The sight of those women had boiled her anger. And why wouldn’t it? Most of the ladies there were the very same ones who took part in ruining her life, and the worst of all—the host—Countess Gionhard.
She thought she had everything planned. She was certain her revenge would be perfect, yet when she arrived in Selvarys, nothing seemed to be going her way. Everything was merely drifting away from her original plan. She never intended to let herself be swayed by Lucian once again, nor by those nobles who merely watched her being harmed and took entertainment from it.