“We were sorry to trouble you.”
Max and Cecilia bowed deeply to everyone in that room. Desmond, Gregorio, and Helga didn’t even bat an eye when the young couple confessed. Both of them didn’t wear any makeup anymore.
After they know that Grant and Kaleela already spill their secret, the young couple thinks that they have to confess even the project is still ongoing. But, the harm is done and Cecilia didn’t think that she will be forgiven.
Helga sighed. No matter how many times she create a scenario to make them felt embarrassed, she didn’t have the heart to prank them. But, the show must go on, “Yes, we understand. Can’t you guys just go home, now? And you don't have to come again.”
“Miss Krueger..,” Cecilia’s purple eyes widen and she looks like a puppy.
Max pat his fiance's shoulder, “Then, we bid you
“It’s done. Young Miss, you can open your eyes, now.” Mary’s voice sound like she was excited. More excited than the bride-to-be. Cecilia saw her reflection in the mirror. She was smiling when said, “Thank you, Mary. I like this! You are doing a great job. Like usual.” “I can’t believe that you will be married this sooner! Young Miss, please be happy forever!” The purple-eyed girl takes Mary’s trembled hand, “Thank you, Mary. For everything. I hope you will be happy too.” But, the poor maids can’t answer because she tried her best to hold her tears. Cecilia handed her a silk white handkerchief with a small giggle, “Don’t cry. People will think that I was going to the funeral.” “Th-thank you, Young Miss. It’s so.. rare for you. I mean, I mean for bring this cloth.” “Well, it’s Max who taught me to bring any. He said that a noblewoman c
March 25, 2018Han Ji Eun walked down to the Mapo Bridge with heavy steps.The purple bruises on her temples still ached even though she already taken a painkillers.Her skirt was torn so badly and forced her to wear the sweatpants.Her mother would scold her because they didn't have enough money to buy a new uniform.Ji Eun was sure that her mother would also beat her with a cane.His father also definitely wouldn't care about it.He might be drunk somewhere or gambling or maybe both.The handheld of the bridge shining because of the touch from her hand. Illuminate the words written there.Do you remember what it felt to be in love?The sun tomorrow will shine brighter.The best things in your life are yet to come.Don't you miss the taste of samgyetang?The words seemed to be insulting her somehow. She hopes that someday someone will delete it.Since earlier, something bitter pressed against
"Are you awake?"As soon as Ji Eun opened her eyes, she found herself sitting in a small room with dim light.She felt confused.Shouldn't I be dead already? Did I fail?An unhumanvoice startled her, "You troublesome human! You are still seventeen years and choose to dive into the river?""Am I alive?" Ji Eun was shocked. She look around but found nothing. A thought about school and home began to loom over her.Will I got beaten again?"Of course no. You think everything is over when you die? You idiot!"Then the creature showed its form. A big black cloud with two white dots as eyes. Ji Eun gasped, "Who are you! Angel of death? Or god of heaven?""Neither of them. You've committed a grave sin, Han Ji Eun. Killing yourself still counts as a murder. You will be severely punished!"Then suddenly the room turned into a volcanic crater. The chair she had been sittin
Cecilia walked down to the stairs and Mary followed her.After a long debate, the maid helped her dress including wearing a tight corset that pressed against her stomach and the waist. And her dress looks like pastry. How can they treat humans like this? She asked to herself. But when she saw her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't complain. Her body is in the perfect shape! Slender, slim and flawless. Even so, there was a question that came to her mind. Who is the lunatic who sets such a painful beauty standard? Although Cecilia's old memories helped her to recognize every corner of the giant house, still she couldn't hide her admiration when she saw it in person.Jeweled chandeliers, soft carpets along the corridors and stairs, glossy marble floors and a lot of paintings with high artistic value. Cecilia wondered what happened to the real Cecilia. Was she also punished for a mistake that was considere
Cecilia wanted to cry.Somehow, the party was already started when she arrived. She felt so embarrassed when everyone gave her scornful glances.The tea party was attended by seven people, including herself.All of them came from among the Count and Viscount families.Only Cecilia who came from the Duke's family, which is higher position than anyone else at the party.Even so, they treated her like she was an invisible creature.They do occasionally asked her but never include her to their conversation.Sometimes they threw a cynical glances to her.The real Cecilia would usually get angry and walk away from this place.But now, she didn't even have the courage to get up from her chair.She took another sip of the tea and cast her gaze towards the flower garden. Letting the six people chuckle while looking at her.Right now, she didn't know who's the real bad guy here.One of the invited guests named Ka
"Albert, I want you to send this letter to Father." Said Cecilia to Albert Constance, the loyal buttler. Albert is almost fifty years old.His hair was dyed black to hide his gray hair. His body was still upright and his brain was as sharp as ever."Yes, miss. I'll get a courier." Albert answered swiftly. He didn't even seem curious about Cecilia, who was sending a letter to her father for the first time.Cecilia looked at Albert with a big smile. Even in his previous memories, Albert was one of her trusted people. The Constance family already worked at the residence of the Duke of Lancia since a long time ago.Albert himself is the 9th generation. His eldest son, Christo, has become a personal assistant to the Duke of Lancia and preparing to take over Albert's duties when he retires. And so on.The history of the Lancia and Constance will continue to be woven forever. "Is
"Are you serious?" Asked Duke Armano Lancia when Cecilia came into his study room. He sat with his legs crossed and hold a glass of champagne. The man looked as same as in her memory.He still handsome, tall and athletic stature at the age of 40 years. He looked just like Cecilia except for his gray eyes. Or the lenght of their hair. Their genetic sure isn't a joke. "Welcome back, Father," she said, while bowing for greeting. "Sit down," Cecilia nodded and took the seat opposite of Armano. The Duke's study is surprisingly simple. There are only a work table, several shelves filled with thick books, and four chairs with a round wooden table to greet the guests. No plants, paintings or photographs. The only decoration is the tapestry of the family's emblem which is hanging in the wall behind the desk. "I repeat the question. Are you really serious about the contents of your letter? I immediat
"You didn't sell the chilli pepper? Why?" Cecilia asked with full of curiosity at the market seller. "Because it didn't sold well. There no one who like spicy food here, Miss," Impossible, she thought to herself. No one hate the spicy food. "Aah, darn it!" she left the market with empty handed. Now, she has to think another plan since her korean food restaurant plan is failed. "Ouch!", said a woman who bumped with her. "Ah, I'm sorry, Maam. I.. eh? Miss Jenkin?" Miss Jenkin is a woman who used to be her teacher. In her past, Cecilia threw an ink bottle, which made with thick glass, to her To make it worse, Cecilia ruined her reputation by saying that the poor teacher is incompetent and lack of manners to the noble society. It didn't take a long time when Jenkin's name is removed from the job market since many nobles refused her service. Jenkin's face gotten pale. She look like she was met with a ghost, "Oh, no!"