Aside from what I said earlier, Mary's father, the Albert family owner, is a man of high hopes.
He was admired by many, even with all the thoughts there, and today's night club was a massive gathering of people from the provinces as well.
"Um, well, I say Alicia. I'm at the same school as Mary, and she's very close to me. Ho, Happy Day!
How nervous - from the common man Alicia - the Albert family Principal is nervous and natural because he is a figure on the clouds - the received Principal smiled softly at Alicia, who nevertheless gave her words of celebration and bouquets of flowers, as she went about.
"Thank you. Are you Mary's friend?
"Yes!
"I can't believe Mary could have an honest looking friend like you... A daughter of an unusual character, but keep her company."
"Yes! Of course!
The Lord smiles at Alicia, who nods joyfully, with a look as if watching over my child.
Mary and Addy, who watched the two of them from behind, looked at each other as if they had.
"Addy, did you see that?
"Yeah, of course I saw it."
We take a serious look at each other and snort.
"Father, I didn't realize who she was. I've been seeing the royals regularly... but I wonder if there's some kind of power working to keep them on track."
"My husband is so generous and kind! Look at that loving eye watching over you, Alicia! The owner of the Boulder Albert family!!
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"Hey Addy, I wonder if even a fraction of that loyalty directed at your father could be directed at me. I think that way we can have a better relationship."
Mary turned a chilling glance at Addy when she did it and tense up.
Addy, over twenty, gives his father a yellow voice over forty ways - not yellow, if it comes from the voice color - but it's quite disgusting to see him up, and above all, there's something caught in his earlier father's remarks.
Father, how come you're surprised I have an honest friend?
What do you mean, weird personality against my real daughter...?
And Addy, I knew there was something wrong with the Hierarchy in you...
But not if you care about them now.
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More importantly, the former is unlikely to be fixed and the latter is unwilling to. If so, it's just futile from what I've just thought here.
and the moment Mary tried to keep her under surveillance again by putting on the disconnect early,
"Hey."
And he was called out and rushed back behind him.
Patrick was there. The figure, dressed in the breathtaking dress of the nobleman and sparkling with the red rose family crest on his chest, is precisely the ideal prince of the woman herself.... if you skip the look of surprise.
"Good evening, Patrick."
Seeing him and fixing his standing, Mary smiled nicely. The trick of gently picking the hem of the skirt and slightly giving in is that the boulder is a lady of the Albert family.
Most importantly, it would be futile to fix it now, given that he was hiding in the shadows and watching his real father until a few seconds ago. Especially if it's Patrick's opponent.
"Why don't you refrain from being so bizarre at a party organized by your own house?"
"Well, how rude of you to be bizarre."
She slightly swelled her cheeks and Mary turned away from her sieve.
That indication of intent, which is easy to see as obstinate, would surely be considered "cute" if one saw Mary as merely a courtier. Some of them may even wonder if the obstinate expression wants to be in a good mood, and if the lady cares about herself.
The way Mary looks is adorable when she swells her cheeks so much - only to the point of being cute.
But of course Patrick is not fooled by such tricks. We've only known each other for a long time, and I know Mary well. That's why I know that Mary only means jokes in a chilling way, such as selling a charm against herself.
But when I found out about it, I couldn't grasp the sincerity of Mary's actions, and I sighed like Patrick was stunned.
"Oh, please don't breathe even though it's my party? Bad luck."
"I wouldn't have sighed if you'd been more adult."
"Fine then. Keep sighing."
Patrick sighed again at Mary, who said it all the time.
If you look next to Chilla and Mary that way, Addy gets a bitter laugh at how funny those two interacted.
I was just scolding this attitude, if it were the original Patrick, towards the two nobles, who also carry the family pattern, which is the head of the country, but I said not to speak to anyone about her in front of Mary.
This is also Patrick's unique decision to get to know Mary well. Assuming there are others here, scolding Addy for what a disrespectful squire he is... touching Mary's inverse scale.
Having seen the sight in the past, Patrick swallowed the words he had gone out and sighed several times today with a glimpse of Mary, who smoothly continued to observe his father.
That's how I gently tap Addy's shoulder.
"Damn it, Miss Mary is out of my control. Where the hell would anyone fit in with her, I'd like to see it if she's here, hey, Addy?
"Ugh, yeah..."
"You think so, too. If you're not a man, you can't cross paths with Miss Mary."
"Yes... right..."
Patrick snorted and grinned at Addy as he wandered off.
As he turned again to Mary, he bowed his head respectfully and offered one hand.
"Your father's asking me for an escort tonight, and I'm sorry, but can you compromise with me?
"When the women of the world hear about it, they're going to fall apart.... but yeah... you're the escort."
"What's up?
Mary thinks as she sees the hand being offered.
Patrick also looked up, wondering what the hell was going on, and peered into Mary's face.
The Dies have been with the Alberts for a long time and have second power to the Alberts. If there are men and women of that age in both houses, it would not be strange to take the form of escorts.
Mary, among other things, is of this character. You can also play the perfect courtier if you need it, but needless to say, it's easier with a willing opponent.
Even from Patrick, Mary is more effortless than the desperate courtiers trying to advance to romance with merely parent-tangled escorts.
Who you escort, who you invite to the dance first. Noble society has a lot of trouble. In that regard, inviting Mary will convince the surroundings, and the other ladies have a glance at Mary.
Needless to say, it leads to both parents. They deserve to leave their children to each other. Yet they are less likely to commit 'just in case' and other faults. Assuming, in the unlikely event that (...) happens, there is no problem given the identities of both parties.
For everyone, Patrick escorting Mary leads to gain. We both knew that a lot about our age, and we always followed it without complaining.
But only today, Mary hesitated to take Patrick's hand. Her expression, wrinkling between the eyebrows and making her think with a serious glance, seems to be Mary as well as the young lady.
"Is something wrong?
"Uh... no, it's okay, it's nothing. Would you escort me?
"Oh, sure."
Mary lays her hands gently over Patrick's.
As we slowly made our way to the venue, we heard admiration from some for the two young and beautiful figures, and from some we heard jealousy that Mary had once again taken Patrick.
I wouldn't say the beauty of the two of us smiling and answering to that. She is a beautiful man and beauty just like the one in the picture.
Originally regarding tonight's night club, Mary wasn't going to ask anyone for an escort.
If it's the original game, I would force the character who has the highest liking for Alicia to escort me at that point, but I'm sorry for such an unusual behavior no matter how much I aim to fall.
If you're a familiar Patrick for a long time. Still, if you call the student council secretary or teacher, Mary gets tired the other way around.
In the first place, I'm even suspicious of being harassed where I showed Alicia what it looks like to be escorted.
Even now, Alicia sees Patrick and Mary, who would be the ones in her mind, befriending each other with a glimmer of eyes. There is no fine dust, such as the colour of jealousy, in those nagging eyes, which is why Mary claps herself out.
Patrick must have come because he has the highest liking...
With that in mind, Patrick took Mary's hand again.
"Shall we dance," a flame of jealousy boils down from parts of the venue in one word, but not where Mary finds out.
That's how you keep getting jealous just looking at it, and then you don't make a good excuse for your body to say, "It's in your chest," etc., so you're taken by a country girl who shows up from the side.
You can't sympathize, and Mary shook Patrick's hand back as she got her jealous gaze on her back.