My Sister-In-Law Is My Mate!?!

"I want my father to be a beggar!" the words came out abruptly through her mouth that the man blinked. What did she even mean by that? He looked at Richard with a surprised gaze who only nodded his head.

"........" are they both even real? Who asks in their clear mind to make their family into a bagger by buying a dress!!??

"Don't worry about that. Pass the bills to Ranold, he would charge the cost of the gift and for the necklace too. 

If you want, you can buy other things too and Ranold will make a hefty bill for your father!" said the man nonchalantly as he looked around to find something suitable for his wife!

"..." 'Alright, he took the words back! Not only one, but both are crazy! Did he even want him to charge for the gift? Who does that?'

"No, this would be enough. It is already sunset, we should leave with the dresses of both, we can collect the necklace later." She did not want to be late for the show.

She was sure that her father had planned a lot of things for both of them and she wanted to see the face of theirs when every trick would fall only on them.

Her eyes gleamed with anticipation of what was about to happen when he sighed and nodded his head.

"Then, let us go! But Ranold, do not forget to come back to the place of the count Starenbird in an hour with the necklace or else.." he did not complete his words as he held her hand  and walked out of the shop.

"How would he even do that? Didn't the journey only would take two hours not to forget the time taken for making of the necklace!" she asked with a frown as she felt bad for the strange man who was looking a bit stunned with their strange conversation.

"Are you feeling bad for him?" he asked in a cold voice but did not notice his dark gaze, she nodded honestly.

"Yes, he was looking a bit hurt with that gaze, but if you think that he would be able to do it, then i think he would be, because you can not be wrong." the darkening face of Richard suddenly lit up and his cold eyes dissipated when he heard her last line.

"Mmmmm, he will not use a carriage, so he would not take so much time. Now do not think much about him. Do you still want anything from the market?" he asked again, making sure that the girl would not panic and fumble at the last moment, telling that still needed this or that!

Hazel thought for a second but then shook her head when he sighed.

"Then are you going to wear old heels with your new dresses at your own wedding reception?" he asked in a helpless voice when the eyes of the girl filled with embarrassment.

All her life, she had worn the second hand things used by Ameilia. So she was not sure what she would need for her special day, now that he had pointed it out, she might need matching footwear too.

"Do you know any good shops for that?" he asked without dragging the matter as he did not want her to feel further embarrassed and she nodded.

"Ah, yes! I have come here a few times with my mother and sister when they were invited by the other ladies." 's so that they could show that she did not have any taste and did not know how to present themselves in front of others!' she added as her face turned dull for a second but she let go of that thought and turned her head to look around.

Her eyes gleamed as she pointed at a certain direction, 

"There is a shop nearby where they always go!" He felt the change in her mood and his eyes darkened but he did not say a word as he did not want to throw cold water on the excitement of the young girl and nodded his head and walked with her to the shop, she pointed at.

"Welcome, how may I help you, my lady?" asked the attendant but when her eyes fell on the girl her mouth turned sour.

She looked behind Hazel to see if the count or Amelia was there too. But when she did not find anyone, then the smile wiped off her face and she looked at them with cold face,

"Do you even have money for entering the shop? Leave when I am still being kind or I would write a letter to the count that their runaway daughter had come here with her lover!" Surely the attendant had heard the rumours about her.

Often nobles gossip while buying the footwear and giggle thinking that not many were hearing them, even if they would, they did not care much about it. That was how the attendant knew that the girl who was always treated badly by their family had even lost that much grace.

Though she felt pity on Hazel, she believed that it was the result of her own actions that her family did not like her. If she would have taken birth in a noble family, she would have done everything to get the favour of her family and marry a rich and higher noble.

But this dumb girl had left all that just for a mere messenger. She felt infuriated with that thought as if Hazel had snatched something from her.

She looked at Hazel with an annoyed face when she still did not leave but continued to look around with blank expressions.

She fumed and stomped her feet on the floor with rage as she walked in front of the hazel and looked at her with disdain, as she asked in a cold voice 

"So, you will not go that easily? Shall I call the security to get rid of you? Huh?"