Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 56

Mme Aamber invites Naeva into her office, a room that used to be the workspace of her husband, Abellard's father.

The elegant woman then invited Naeva who was still standing stiff to sit on the chair opposite to her.

A desk full of files becomes a barrier between them.

"Mlle Gaulle, I want to discuss the precious stone issue." The Countess immediately discussed her goal.

Naeva nodded, "well, Ma'am ...."

Mme Aamber took a wide sheet of paper with pictures of precious stones.

"Do you really know many types of precious stones?" ask Mme Aamber while holding the paper on the table.

"Not much, Ma'am. Only a few have ever brought my father home."

"Take a look at this picture, is there anything you recognize of its kind?"

Naeva got up from her chair to pay close attention to the image on the wide paper. Then his index finger began to point at the precious stone closest to him. "This is Lazuardi stone, this gemstone is appreciated for its beautiful blue color."

Mme Aamber listened carefully. Until Naeva's finger had pointed at almost all the images of the precious stone and explained them very intelligently. Only a few stones he did not know.

"How do you know so many types of precious stones? You ever see all these precious stones in person?" Mme Aamber then asked in astonishment.

"Not all Ma'am, there are some that my father took home. It was also a gift from his friends. The rest is just this kind of illustration as well. He really is a lover of rare precious stones, and I also have the same interest."

"Oh, okay. Which gemstone do you think is suitable for business?"

Naeva seemed to think for a moment, then her index finger pointed at some pictures. "This is the best quality, Ma'am. But to be in business, of course, must be matched with the interests and tastes of the people who are the target of marketing. It depends on what kind of person your target is."

Mme Aamber immediately nodded excitedly. "Yes, that's right! My target is of course the wives of those glamorous nobles. They love jewelry. And of course everyone likes items that look luxurious," he said. Unknowingly he begins to sink into his chat with Naeva without the usual stiffness and limitations.

"Then, a model like this seems to be stealing attention despite its mid-quality" proposed Naeva while pointing to one of the most shiny and beautiful precious stones.

"Yep, exactly! This is also what I think is very interesting." Mme Aamber smiled excitedly. "But we have to choose some high-quality ones" he continued.

"Yes that's right, ma'am. So that the store is also considered quality and not considered cheap. You can choose the most qualified like this one," welcome Naeva no less excited while pointing to some high-quality precious stones.

Mme Aamber nodded again while looking at the image Naeva had just pointed at.

Naeva looked at the beautiful middle-aged woman with a smile. Lost his tension and fear of the Countess.

It turned out that Mme Aamber was not as scary as her shadow. That cold and stiff attitude seemed to be just a shield, for everyone to see her as a strong woman.

Mme Aamber let out a satisfied breath. Then I looked at Naeva. "Thank you Mlle Gaulle. You're very helpful" he said sincerely.

Naeva nodded respectfully. "No problem, Ma'am. I'm very happy to be able to help you" he replied.

Mme Aamber smiled happily at Naeva's reply. "Ah, yes. Monsieur Simon's coming in the afternoon, can you accompany me to see him?"

Naeva immediately nodded with a look of amazement. His eyes were round to hear Mme Aamber's warm-pitched invitation. Her pink lips suddenly developed a joyful smile. "Of course, Ma'am. I'll accompany you."

Mme Aamber smiled again.

"So that's in the kitchen what's the show?"

Naeva's smile instantly disappeared, her heart was alarmed if until Mme Aamber returned angry.

"I-it .. the birthday of one of the servants, Ma'am. And they invited me."

"Oh, they do celebrate a lot."

Naeva's forehead frowned, "You know that? And you gave permission?"

"Yes, of course. Nothing would hurt if they celebrated. The work remains well done. And the celebration can also be entertainment and encouragement for them."

Mme Aamber's answer was completely unexpected for Naeva. "You're so good, Ma'am!" his praise.

"All right then. You'll want to go back to the kitchen. See you later in the afternoon, M'mselle ...."

Naeva bowed respectfully, "See you later, Ma'am. Then he turned around and stepped out of the room with a very relieved heart. It felt like the experience of talking to Mme Aamber just now was amazing and unexpected.

As soon as she reached the kitchen, the girl saw the atmosphere of the kitchen that had been clean. The servants immediately approached him with worried looks.

"What's going on, M'mselle? Did you get scolded by the Countess for us?"

"Oh, thank goodness then" said Amily. "But if you have a problem or are feeling sad, please share it with us. You can't take it yourself."

"Yes, M'mselle. That's right" said another.

Naeva smiled, "no, I'm really fine. So how's the show? I'm late to come back to help."

"It's okay, M'mselle. You just pack up now. Soon the show will begin. And Monsieur Comte also promised to come, you have to dress up pretty for him" said the senior waiter in a teasing tone.

The servant's words instantly made Naeva blush. Her smooth cheeks looked pink. "I'll be ready now" he replied nervously.

The servant girls who were young immediately giggled to see the kind girl blushed in embarrassment.

***

Inside her room, Naeva looks back and forth from the wardrobe to the mirror while carrying a dress, which she then fits onto her body and pecks at herself with an anxious face.

He doesn't know what to wear. He's never been confused before. Even to be present at a fancy dinner even though he did not think too much about the problem of dresses. But this time it's different. Although the place is in the kitchen, but the show is more thrilling. He will meet Abellard in a joyful and loving atmosphere. An atmosphere that was free to express, not a stiff atmosphere like that sumptuous dinner.

Finally Naeva made her choice on a bright yet soft light purple dress. He also scrunched his hair with a little pigtail in the back.

With a sweet smile the girl stared satisfiedly at her current appearance, cheerful and relaxed.

He then collected some fresh flower stalks and made into a series of beautiful flowers as a gift. He has nothing to give. There's no way he's giving away his used goods.

After feeling ready, the girl immediately descended towards the castle kitchen.

Once there, something shocking brought the girl's steps to a halt. Abellard's been waiting there. That guy looks so handsome. Her charming smile immediately greeted Naeva.

"You're so pretty" she said.

Oh really, Naeva felt like her world was shaken for a moment. The heart is racing and spontaneous breathing is restrained. He immediately lowered his head, feeling the heat on his cheek from embarrassment.

The young servants immediately giggled and excited to hear the Comte's praise of Mlle Gaulle.

"Geez, that's so sweet. I got goosebumps," chirped one of the girls on his friend.

"Yes. I also want to be like Mlle Gaulle with Monsieur Comte, their love is beautiful even though it is full of struggle," another timpal further exaggerated.

"Please sit down, M'mselle ...." A senior servant pointed to a chair that was beside Abellard. It seemed like they had deliberately placed the seats side by side for him and Abellard. The others were slightly separated from the chair.

Naeva nodded. "I'm sorry, I can only bring this flower as a gift" he said.

The senior servant smiled. "No problem, M'mselle. Because for the person who is birthday today, your presence will be the best gift for him."

"really?"

"Yes, we'll pick him up now. Wait in your seat."

Naeva nodded, then stepped awkwardly towards the chair. Abellard's gaze was not one bit removed from him.

God, why didn't the man just close his eyes? Why is his gaze like that, tempting faith and shaking the heart?

The girl sat in that chair with a still-fast heartbeat.

"You're getting prettier if you're being shy like this" whispered Abellard teasingly.

"Don't tease me. Or I'll ...." Naeva did not continue her words. Because in fact he will just say that he will freeze if the man continues to stare and tease him like that.

"Will what? Will you fall in love with me?" god Abellard again.

Temptation that made Naeva suddenly glanced at the man. But when his eyes collided with Abellard's blue-yellow netra, his heart grew even more chaotic. The girl hurriedly turned the other way.

"No!" resounding. "I'm going to dye your face with caramel again" he said, because he happened to see a birthday cake.

Abellard smiled at Naeva's explosive attitude.

"Do you know what you're like with fireworks?" ask the man.

"No!" ketus Naeva again.

"Everything is beautiful to look at despite the explosion" replied Abellard.