57. Child Socialite (2)
[Episode 57] – Child Socialite (2)
Including Mrs. Sergio, there are five other wives in total who arrived at the tea party.
Is it because of the strict conditions for attending the tea party? There were many people who gave off a gentle atmosphere like a parent’s meeting rather than the sly atmosphere of a socialite I thought.
It was embarrassing to see everyone holding their children’s hands and bowing their heads while saying thank you for inviting them. Rather, there was a wife who bit her tongue while continuing the introduction, as if she was more nervous than I was.
I smiled at the wives, telling them not to be nervous, but the more I smiled, the more nervous I was, so I even hesitated while walking. Was it because it was in front of the bad rumored queen?
“Today is just a tea party for the children, isn’t it? Don’t be too nervous I also invited you as the mother of a child like you.”
I glanced at the children gathered in the middle of the garden and said that. Six children huddled together at a round table in the middle of a garden that has been beautifully landscaped by maids and gardeners.
Perhaps it was because they were still nervous from their first meeting, everyone was hesitant to say anything. They were busy avoiding their eyes while touching each other’s pets or looking at the teacup in front of them.
Looking at that figure, I couldn’t help but smile. According to the story I heard from Bang Shaw, this is how a child socialite feels. There are separate seats for parents and separate seats for children.
‘I heard that there is a grown-up social circle behind the children’s social circle…?’
It is said that it is the rule of the children’s social world that parents just watch their children from a distance, and that parents do not interfere with what their children do or say.
Is that why? Everyone was busy looking at the children with anxious eyes. I was nervous and restless as I looked at the children, wondering if they would make mistakes or act strangely.
Did you say that controlling this atmosphere is also your role as an “Organizer”? I sipped my tea, quenched my thirst, and looked at the worried wives with a grin.
“Don’t worry too much about the children. Looking at the wives with my own eyes, I can see that the children have grown up to resemble the wives and are well-mannered. I’m sure, after a while, you’ll hear the children’s laughter all the way here.”
Perhaps my encouragement worked just a little bit, the wives’ expressions brightened even more. Then, I wanted to know what topic to continue talking about, but it was useless worry.
I wonder if the story to be told in any world where mothers gather is fixed, and the wives find a topic for themselves and start talking to each other.
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The wives, who were hesitant at first, became mothers of children who were not aristocrats, and were busy talking, as if their worries about their children never ceased. And, it was Mrs. Sergio who was in charge of the middle.
‘Did I say Madame Elise Sergio? She’s a businesswoman, so I thought everyone would only think about money…’
As a businesswoman, I wondered if she was going to do business with her wives, but her story was a little different. The story that her family started a business related to ‘children’s products’ because of the sudden increase in children.
The story was enough to capture the curiosity of the wives.
At some point, it was enough to make the wives happy with the story of how they had no choice but to start developing products for children as the number of families increased, and how they made small rattle toys and strollers that children could ride together. .
‘Did you say you had four children? Looking at Mrs. Sergio’s appearance, she doesn’t seem to have given birth to that many children… Since she said she had the same Mrs. Sergio, could she be in a concubine-like relationship?’
Compared to the face of ‘Vivian’, her age doesn’t seem too different. She was a woman in her mid-twenties at best, so it seemed unreasonable that she was already a mother of four.
Well… It’s not like this country puts restrictions on concubines or anything like that, it’s just that. I was just passing through. Sometimes it’s a little painful to feel the gap caused by this modern perception.
“If it’s really fortunate, should I say that the relationship between the children is good? The children have never fought with each other, so I am really grateful for that alone.”
Mrs. Sergio murmured in her small voice, ‘It’s a problem that we’re getting along too well…’, But the other wives laughed as if they were envious, asking what’s wrong with being close.
So, what’s the problem with being good friends? I still get chills down my spine when I think of those two months I fought with the princess. It’s nice to be back like the good old days, but…
“Your Highness the Queen…? What are you doing?”
I wonder if I was lost in thought without realizing it. As I stared blankly at the teacup, the wives were looking at me with worried expressions. What did I do even if I said it was nothing in a situation where my eyes were focused, and I continued to say anything roughly with a bitter smile.
“No big deal. For a while, I remembered the fight with the princess the other day…”
Come to think of it, have you ever shared a story like this with other people? Maybe it’s because there’s no one to talk to like this? I continued the story as if I was muttering unconsciously.
“As you know, the princess has no brothers or sisters. My parents are, at best, only me, my adoptive mother, and Her Highness, my grandmother, the Queen.”
The Queen Mother … Ever since her own child, the King, ended up like that, she never told me how to raise a child as her parent or anything like that. Because I can understand how the Queen Mother feels, I have never asked her Queen Mother anything like that.
Is that why?
“So… I’m worried. Am I raising that child well… Will I, as an adoptive mother, be able to make the princess happy…”
I felt my mouth lightened when I stood in front of parents with children. Wouldn’t I be able to sympathize with the anxieties I’ve felt so far from my wives? I couldn’t stop the anxiety that kept leaking out of my mouth.
As I brushed off my anxiety, the wives looked at me with their eyes wide open, as if slightly startled. I asked the wives with a bitter smile wondering what mistake I had made.
“…Why? Did I say something strange?”
“No… I thought that Her Highness, the Queen, has the same concerns as people like us…”
Huh, I tilted my head at the smiling faces of the wives. Whether it’s a queen or just a wife, everyone’s life is the same, and seeing her giggling, I also laughed.
“We always worry about that too, Her Highness the Queen. Are we raising our children well… Maybe they won’t go down the wrong path because I taught them wrong…”
A woman smiled bitterly and began to brush off her own worries, saying that she had the same concerns as mine. All of them seemed to be well versed in raising children, but their worries were no different from mine.
“Your Highness the Queen. If I dare to say something… I am also a daughter who grew up under my adoptive mother, not my real mother.”
Mrs. Sergio, who sat next to me, smiled bitterly as she cupped my hands. Seeing as if she was encouraging me, originally, she would have shaken off Sergio’s hand holding my hand…
“That’s why I can tell you. There is no big difference between a real mother and a foster mother when it comes to raising a child. A person who lovingly takes care of a child is a true mother.”
“Mrs. Sergio…”
“It’s presumptuous, but… I’m sure the princess thinks the same as me. So please don’t belittle yourself with the same words on the subject of your adoptive mother. It is none other than the princess who is hurt the most by Her Highness’s thoughts.”
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I couldn’t say anything about that. It was because I could feel it from Mrs. Sergio’s hand sweeping the back of my hand. For some reason, her heart was pounding, and she felt like she was going to cry.
I looked at her wives with a bitter smile as I felt sympathy, albeit a little. I don’t really like places like this, but sometimes I thought it wouldn’t be bad to create a place like this.
Mrs. Sergio, who was wiping her hand away, smiled to change the mood of her down, and she went on to tell her own story a little more.
“Even if we get along well, it’s too much of a problem. Is it a big deal that I still can’t get out of Mama Girl? Sometimes I come to places so far away… But even now I can’t wait to see her mother?”
“She has a daughter who thinks of her mother like you… Now that she’s at this point, she’s jealous of your mother.”
“Huh, because you are the person I love the most. Is this basic enough? I’m sure the princess will become a filial daughter like me when she grows up.”
Her husband is…? Came to mind, but I just laughed without saying anything. Well… It’s a good thing to have a good relationship with family. So let’s have a tea party with the wives, hahahaha, hoho, laughing and listening to tips on raising children-
Kaang-!!
From the side where the children were, there was a sharp sound of hitting something with a tray. When everyone turned their heads in surprise and looked that way, I had no choice but to jump up and run to the princess in amazement.
“What, what is that…!”
