Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 78: The Ridiculous Opulence Jewellery Shop.

Chapter 78: The Ridiculous Opulence Jewellery Shop.

Late Afternoon.

Jewellery Shop, Marketplace.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"Here we are" Theodore breathed next to her, Lydia smiled as she looked at it.

The exterior facade of the jewellery shop was adorned with ornate architectural details, featuring large display windows framed by intricate metalwork, showcasing the exquisite craftsmanship within the shop.

Lydia was eager to step inside.

As they advanced to step inside Theodore took her arm, stopping her movements.

"Lydia" he whispered get name, spiking her heart.

She met his eyes.

He reached into his dress shirt and brought out a satchel. "Take this, get whatever it is you may like, I need to take care of something" he spoke fast yet calmly as he handed her the satchel of crits.

He appeared to be in a hurry and was hiding something.

"What is it?"

"Do not worry yourself, I shall be back soon?" he told her, his fingers stroking her wrist that nestled in his palm.

"Alright I shall miss you" she confessed.

He saw the slight fear and confusion in her eyes.

His heart rejoiced, he pulled her into his arms and they shared a short kiss like never before.

Lydia’s lips parted voluntarily the moment Theodore pressed his lips with hers, her right arm shot up and she wrapped it around his neck while the other held on to his strong arms.

Her vagina clenched as it then started to drip as the kiss continued.

She could feel it and his kiss was drugging.

She eased out of the kiss, her toes dropping back down.

She gazed up at him, his eyes were clouded with lust and affection.

He slowly wiped the edges of her lips with his thumb.

"Go on in, Gooseberry" he whispered gazing at her lips, then eyes.

She blushed as he still had his arms around her waist, he dipped back in and dropped a quick kiss on her lips before letting her go.

Lydia primly turned around and as she reached to push the door, a staff does it making her smile, she stepped inside while Theodore finally veered around and left.

"Welcome to Opulence jewellery shop, my Lady" a staff welcomed her at the doorstep.

Lydia gasped as she took in the view of the shop.

The grand jewellery shop exuded opulence and sophistication, reflecting the prevailing design aesthetics of the empire.

She is greeted by a lavish interior adorned with rich mahogany woodwork, decorative moulding, and stained glass accents.

The showroom is strategically illuminated by a combination of chandeliers and sconces, casting a warm glow on the dazzling array of jewellery on display.

She watched the knowledgeable and impeccably attired staff assist the customers in selecting from an assortment of rings, necklaces, bracelets, and other adornments.

The transactions were conducted with an air of refinement, emphasizing the exclusivity and prestige associated with each meticulously crafted piece.

She was amazed and now interested in purchasing as much jewellery as she could.

She strolled up to the pieces of jewellery with curious steps.

The jewellery itself reflects the Ishire style, characterized by delicate designs, lace-like filigree, and the prominent use of platinum.

Rings with intricate detailing, lustrous pearls, and diamonds in garland-style settings were popular choices.

Necklaces and brooches often featured graceful, flowing lines and motifs inspired by nature, such as bows, ribbons, and floral patterns.

In this Critic Arley, jewellery shops were not just places of commerce; they were spaces where the artistry of design and the luxury of materials converged to create a truly immersive and memorable experience for patrons seeking to adorn themselves with the epitome of Critic-Ishire elegance.

"Who is this I see?" Lydia turned towards the voice her and gaze locked on a blonde who stood primly as two other ladies approached her.

Lydia started to watch.

"You despicable whore, you think because Victor picked you, then you can match into this place like it is your cottage?"

Lydia raised a brow at that as one of the other ladies who had light brown locks asked the most ridiculous of questions that she had ever heard.

"I only needed a necklace" the blonde clarified softly.

"Cesita, you think too highly of yourself, you are nobody," the second lady said.

Oh, Abigail, Lydia mused.

She remembered the second lady.

She had been the one who was sure Lydia had been a witch using magic to keep Lord Theodore.

The lady Lydia now knew was Cesita stood quietly refusing to utter a jab, Lydia frowned expecting the lady to walk away at least.

The attacker continued to ask. "Why are you just standing there? Did the Viscount leave his cock in your mouth?"

Viscount.

Lydia’s eyes widened.

This is alarming, how can a titled lady be treated so horribly in daylight? She thought with a frown.

At her prolonged silence, the other lady continued. "You should refrain from attending social events, I don’t want to see you anywhere near me"

She shook her head "If I get invited, I shall have to attend" she said in a mumble.

"I told you she was just too pompous" Abigail scoffed.

"You should not be in my shop" the owner of the shop as she had called it spoke.

She had not been here but she had heard the commotion from inside and coming out she met her most treasured customers arguing with a lady who only bought cheaper jewellery. She had never liked the viscountess.

Cesita flinched "I’m sorry, I only needed to-" her sentence was cut off by a sharp stinging slap.

"Shut up, you whore" the first lady berated, the attacker.

Lydia’s spine straightened.

Cesita stood shocked as her chin quivered, she refused to reach for her face as she gulped to breathe better.

Her face reddened quickly.

"Why are you still here, leave" She pushed her chest and out of shock and unpreparedness, Cesita lost her footing and fell, butt and elbow first.

A round of gasps reached Lydia as she shook her head in disgust before calmly approaching the fallen lady.

She regrets not reaching out earlier, she had thought perhaps the lady knew how to handle herself in front of this vindictive Arley ladies.

She reached the ground Cesita and stretched her right hand, offering her a palm.

"Let me help you" Lydia whispered.

The teary green-eyed blonde lady looked up at Lydia with the tip of her nose red, she wiped the tears on her right eye off before stretching her arm to let Lydia help her up.

Cesita stood up and she felt like she was soaked in embarrassment and shame.

If she could she would run away now but that was unacceptable as a lady.

She stood with her head down while Lydia turned to the ladies who stood waiting to see everything unfold.

"Why would you women treat a lady like that?"

Lydia’s question came out strong and chiding.

"Do you have no respect for one another or at least her title?"

She continued, her eyes narrowed when Abigail replied.

"Her title is undeserving"

She must not recognize me, Lydia thought.

With the shawl and with the Lydia out only that once at the baroness party, so it was true that Abigail couldn’t recognize the low-class dressed woman.

"And stolen" The first lady huffed, they were defending themselves unconsciously.

The owner of the shop spoke soon after realizing the presence "Who let this woman in here?" she asked.

"Peter!" the woman screeched a call, her face scrunched in disgust.

She could not have a peasant angering her customers.

A man in his staff attire ran to their presence, he gave a deep bow as he stuttered out. "I... I’m sorry Lady Lillian I only saw her now" he confessed, referring to Lydia.

"Get her out of here" the owner yelled her order.

The staff nodded and then faced Lydia, he bowed before pointing towards the door. "Please leave this shop, my lady," he said.

"I am here to buy jewellery" Lydia pointed out calmly.

Her eyes brewing with fury. This place is disappointing.

"We do not sell our prestigious jewellery to peasants" the owner, Lady Lillian claimed.

Lydia gave out a small laugh. "Even if I have gold crits?"

Her question made all three ladies scoff, the first attacker more on the observing side.

Cesita shook her head slowly, this is getting out of hand she thought.

"You do not have gold crits, you are clearly absurd because only the royal families are allowed to keep it," Lady Lillian said disdainfully.

"You look like a beggar who got a new dress" Abigail pointed out with a sneer.

"That is a pity because you never know, I shall leave this shop if this is how you treat new customers" Lydia retorted as she veered around.

Cesita too. Right behind Lydia.

"Wait, how about we make her pay for this jewellery if she thinks so highly of herself?"

Lydia paused in her steps.

Cesita paled.

Lydia’s face lit up with a smile as she turned around to face the three little women.

Time to show them who the lady of Critic Arley is.