The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover chapter 1132

“I have to tell you this, Mrs. Jadeson. This kind of traditional one-piece dress—baniere—is from Jazona. My hometown, Saspiuburg, especially, has a century-long history with baniere,” Dorthea rambled on as she took off her mink coat with faked casualness.

Sasha quietly watched her.

“Wow, Mrs. Oveson, you’re wearing baniere as well? Where did you buy this? It’s so pretty!”

“Hear, hear. Mrs. Oveson, the baniere you have on must be an haute couture baniere, right?”

Dramatic gasps and praises rang out in the room. Before Sasha could say anything, the other women had begun showering her with praises.

There are haute couture banieres?

Sasha then let her confused eyes flicker between Dorthea’s dress and hers.

She remembered that the accessories on her baniere were more traditional, for Sebastian had hired old tailors to make this dress by hand.

Yet, the moment Dorthea revealed her baniere, the other women began praising her in all kinds of ways possible.

On the other hand, all they had were looks of disdain and mockery for the baniere Sasha had on.

Sasha was speechless.

ignored them. Right as she was about to head outside, the wife of

with banieres. Why don’t you ask

Jadeson, you have a different identity now. It’s fine that you’ve made this laughable mistake in front of us, but you have no idea how disastrous things would be if you were

“What?”

the woman who was about to undo

Making a

them think that

patience, and the look

know much about banieres, I’m sure my husband

“Your husband?”

foreign ambassadors. Moreover, the tailors he hires are old tailors who come from families who have been making banieres for generations. The baniere I have on me comes from

words were out in the air,

forgotten who she originally was. While she was currently powerless as the wife of the House Speaker,

hand, if not for their husbands, those ladies would be completely powerless

not care that the women were all blushing in embarrassment. She added, “Of course, if you still have doubts about my

“A few?”

on its fabric. For example, the one I’m wearing is made with kossu.

Once again, they gasped.

Dorthea’s face had turned

not know

tapestry. Every inch of the fabric would be of an

might not be able to afford

was an