"Does Hetty like the Lord? Or do you like someone (,,,) who freed me from Marc? Do you like people who are decisive (,) to act proactively on anything?
"... oh, I wonder what about Meena. I was so worried about him."
"Now (,) I feel like I know somehow.... Hetty said she admired the Lord for paving the way for anything new on her own. Even though it was a slave treatment, I felt something I didn't have where I successfully fitted Marc and took the store manager's seat, and the management also succeeded in its own way, cutting through my destiny that way, … I think so"
"Ugh, does that look like it?
…… Did you admire the power (,) that you could do one thing after the other (,,,,,,) that you couldn't do to yourself? Or was that how you admired the mind (,) trying to try?
"Come on? I wonder if it's the same as you."
"No, I'm not. I just like people who made my days less fun."
"Even in my dreams (,,,,), maybe?
"Yes."
While returning to the tent of our talent consultant Mitsuji, I had three chicks and four Marielles to finish a brief conversation like introducing themselves to each other.
What the hell kind of person am I?
What work has been successful so far?
Such a mistake - but I have now digested a topic that would have to be done as a client (client) and consultant (consultancy contractor) more than just taking on the job.
"- I see, that means you're the one doing it. You're very good at being young and entrusted with the shop."
"No way."
Marielle said that and spoke highly of me, but nothing, it's a social decree. It was conveyed through my appraisal skills that I was trying to figure out who I was.
Well, it would be a natural reaction.
As far as she is concerned, she rode Jacopo's proposal in order to take the prestigious troupe entrance exam.
While we're having a conversation (even tonight, you'll have to trust me), I decide. It would be better to build trust as soon as possible.
"Speaking of which, you guys, how was the opera?
"... was interesting"
Speaking of which, these kids, although they were singing in the aftermath of the break, they were otherwise allowed to sit in Jacopo's generous, vacant seat (which is also a good seat) and show the opera.
When you think about it, you may say that you also made money for the opera.
"But Nell had the most fun"
"? Really, Nell"
"Huh! Uh."
Nell dyes his cheeks a little cherry and answers "... yes". The expression was lucid. That was it, so I was a little surprised, and I accidentally noticed it.
Do you even give this look to this child?
"Tell the story, it's nice..."
I thought I was smiling at her for leaking.
(Think, for a fantasist girlfriend, thinking about stories is very fitting)
It's a bit of a sight to see how she's going to change when she realizes the fun of the story.
"Story, isn't it lovely"
Marielle agreed to ride such a nel.
The expression was gentle even though it was scratchy.
"Hih! Oh, yes! Mr. Marielle!
"You don't have to be scared. And call me Marie anyway."
"Uh, uh, yes, Mr. Marie"
Marielle grinned and said, "You're a good girl."
"You guys, Ili, are you saying you're Yufi?
"Yes."
"Something?
Something.
Here, and keep an eye out for Uffi's unwieldiness, but Marielle was laughing and flushing.
"My scratched aunt is with me from today, but are you okay? Are you scared?
That's how you can stay, Marielle. It is a secret that I saw the sight and felt only a little pain.
Whatever, there's something wrong with an eighteen-year-old daughter smiling and despising with words like, "Wounded aunt, scared," It still hurts to try and behave brightly and that it really looks like a natural operation.
By the time that happens, how much on earth have you put yourself aside to show off?
"... you're not scared"
Surprisingly, it was Uffi who returned it the earliest.
"I don't care about faces, I'm more afraid of people's malice. In that sense, I'm not afraid of you yet. … I wonder if it would be a good idea to despise myself"
It's a very serious tone. Sounds really yuffy. But I'm flat mouthed that I'm stepping in too much. I thought it was a busy mouth to hear, but I missed the right time to pay attention.
"Oh, I'm so happy."
Before that, Marielle called it a dust. Yes, this is why I hesitated to pinch my mouth. Somehow there is an inhuman flavor that can be touched.
"But I have bad intentions, too, sometimes? Ugh, you're a wounded woman. I'm scared if you're not careful.
I'm no longer talking to myself. I thought it might be a bad idea if I didn't fix the trajectory on the boulder, and I shrugged, "Yes."
"What was the reason you wanted to do the opera?
"Oh, is that why you want to do the opera"
Marielle smiles and says, "I, I wanted to express myself," giving me an unmistakable answer.
That's it.
At the time I thought so.
"Um."
Nell asked a few questions.
"Mr. Marie. You said earlier, uh, you like stories."
"Ugh, yeah. I wish I could describe the story myself."
"So no writers"
Marielle's face stopped smiling for a moment. At that moment, I thought it was creepy.
"Writer"
"No, you know, I'm not saying stop being an actor, you know, I, the writer, like, uh,"
"... maybe not. I want to tell a story on my own."
"This body, is it?
Quietly nodding Marielle.
"Yes. I want to express myself with an ugly woman. Ugly woman can't be the star of the story. What a strange thing. This is my revenge."
Fever for words.
The place freezes.
At that moment, I felt like I had touched Marielle's deepest thoughts.
(Revenge......)
"... Mr. Marielle"
I can't see any more on the boulder. I decided to force myself out of the conversation, "Let's go into the tent," and we didn't have a conversation.
"Right, thank you"
So I bowed my head to Marielle, and I had a little thought for the darkness of my client's heart this time.