The Ugly Wife of the Shady Duke

t a lot of food.
Grace wondered if he would send dessert again this time.

But Sally’s expression of “pretty” made Grace blink and stand up from her seat, heading in the direction she was being led.

The entrance of the annex was full of colorful flowers.
In addition, there were oils, herbs, and other fragrances that filled the air without being overwhelming, making her feel good.

“There are so many small flowers.”

Usually, when giving gifts, people give big and flashy flowers, don’t they? All the flowers that Benjamin sent were small.
There were even some flowers whose names she didn’t know.
They were simple flowers with few leaves and a modest appearance, the kind that would never be grown in a nobleman’s garden.

‘But the colors are pretty.’

Grace didn’t feel too bad about the small flowers.
Even though she knew that the flowers that Benjamin gave to Aria were all big and flashy.

‘They would be good for pressing.’

Coincidentally, Grace had almost used up all her pressed flowers.
It wouldn’t be a bad idea to press them again and stock them up.

Through her hobbies, Grace found that her melancholic thoughts tended to disappear.

“Madam, what should we do with this?”

Benjamin had sent cookies again this time.
The servants looked at the boxes of cookies with perplexed expressions.

Looking down at the colorful cookie box with a cute rabbit drawing, Grace tilted her head slightly.

“….hmm.”

She thought about giving them to the servants again, but changed her mind.

“There’s an orphanage not too far from here.
Shall we give them to the children there?”

The children there loved sweets, so they would surely enjoy the cookies.

‘With this amount, everyone can share without fighting over them.’

Even though the cookies could have been their share, the servants didn’t seem disappointed and happily accepted Grace’s orders.

“Yes, understood.”

As Grace picked up a herb tea case, she called the butler.

“Is there any unused muslin fabric in the warehouse? It doesn’t have to be a whole piece, just the width of a book.
I’m going to make something with it.”

“I’ll check.”

At the mention of a muslin fabric, the servants’ expressions darkened as they thought, “A whole piece of fabric? Of all things… fabric?” But their expressions brightened again at Grace’s next words.

“And also…”

Grace hesitated for a moment before continuing.
The butler politely waited with wide eyes until Grace spoke again.