"Lady, here's another letter from the Baltez family."
That's what I told him. Addy has offered me a single envelope. The location was Mary's private room, and he came to deliver the letter.
Mary, who was reading a book with one hand of tea, raised her face and received it with her as she thanked her. If you look at it, it does mention Mary's name, no distortion from what I've seen, and a proper name.
But what about the contents... and Mary opens the seal with a slight anticipation, enlightening and consolidating her expression. What fits inside is a quality letter.
It's an invitation to a party.
... and the name of Mary listed is now slightly bolder than last time.
Mary accidentally smiled at this as well.
Beyond the invitation, he said, "You're hurt, aren't you? You can cry like no other!" and I can see Bertina plunging into a high-flying car.
"... lady, you're having fun"
"Oh, excuse me. I'm not having fun. But he's not cute."
"You're subtly wrong again this time. If I were you, I'd drill... no, it's nothing"
"Don't look like Safe if you stop saying that in the drill. It's out at the drill point."
"Dear Drill Dribbard, I'll write about it."
"Don't reopen it because you're out once.... Wait, I'm the only one who was a drill! Don't involve the Albert family!
As Mary called out, she breathed a sigh of relief and returned her gaze to the invitation.
That's what's listed there is the Baltez family party.
It just happened the other day, but it's not so unusual in the social world for a party to go on in a row. A party is a symbol of authority, a great deal of pride and affluence, and the number and businessmanship of invitations can lead to glory.
Among other things, the Carrerian and Eleciana Schools are now offering exchange studies, and few are contemplating expanding their tuites in the meantime.
As well as other houses, not just the Baltez family, we are happy to host parties and tea parties or, if invited, respond to missed opportunities.
This invitation would be part of it.
Even with the back, as much as there is Bertina's harassment and Luke's desire to apologize because he's causing trouble?
"You've been called. You have to go, right? Hey, Addy."
"... right. I don't dance with Bertina anymore."
You remember the last party, Addy tells you with a fed up look. Hearing that, Mary glanced at her chest.
When I saw Addy escorting Bertina, I also remembered a terrible stomach sag. If you put it right in the first place, this stomach has been happening since the first day of interchange studies, when I saw Addy hugged by Bertina.
Even though it has nothing to do with Mary's stomach situation, I still don't feel good. If I remember that sight, I'll have another scratch in my chest.
But isn't Addy already willing to keep talking about it, switching the annoying look he's had earlier and looking at the schedule book? I counted all the way to the party sunset and wrinkled between my eyebrows like I was worried.
"If you're going to make a new dress, maybe you should hurry."
"Right..."
"I'll arrange for a tailor to be called"
Addy leads to the door when he tells me to hurry up and make arrangements.
Behind that, on her back about to leave from her own, Mary felt an unspeakable sense of impatience and reached out to her dagger.
If I pulled to grab the hem of his jacket, Addy looked back in surprise.
Rusty hair shakes. My eyes of the same color become round, and I stare at Mary for what the hell is going on.
"Ma'am, what's wrong?
"... hey, it's nothing. Yeah, let's make sure Addy's suit is all set. Look, you have the design we were talking about before...... I'm sure Mr. Bertina will stare."
"Right.... So why my jacket?
Asked why she was grabbing it, Mary rushed off her hand.
Why do I feel sorry for you? My own fingertips plunder his jacket, which calls for unspeakable anxiety.
But what is your anxiety about?
I didn't even know that, and Mary held onto her chest all the time.
"... Lady, could it be"
"Addy, I..."
I wonder what's wrong, and Mary stares at Addy.
His rusty eyes stared to guide him, his hands gently resting on Mary's shoulder.
Warm, big hands.
If you gently rub your shoulders, the rush and anxiety that gushed inside Mary's chest will melt loosely.
"Lady, it's okay. Because I'll lighten dinner and tell the doctor to give me the medicine. Besides, I also got tea leaves that work on my stomach and sauce. Let's drink that tonight before we go to bed."
"Your stomach is perfect. That would be great."
Addy's stomach also heard about the sagging measures, and Mary exhaled with relief.
"Addy, you're not making another crazy invitation."
Yes, Mary looked up next door while visiting the Barthese family night club invited by the invitation. The dark blue dress increases chest exposure slightly more than usual and the thin shawl fits the evening atmosphere.
Addy, who stands next door, is also dressed in a simple dark blue suit and understates his decorations today. The way you two line up will make you feel calm as you get married.
Its simplicity highlights the two feather decorations overlaid with red and silver on the chest.
Whoever sees it, they'll know they're a couple and they're friendly.
... most of all, Mary stares at Addy as she stares at him and, in contrast, Addy turns to the room not to say if this is still the case.
Although it's the two costumes that are grown-ups, they act the same.
"... you already made it"
"Yes, no...... I haven't handed it out yet!
"What, it's still like a safe atmosphere. I'm doing it! You're still a fast working man!
Mary turns Saddly Addy's jacket while rumbling that she doesn't know if she's praising or disparaging. That's how I faked the two invitations that were stuck in my chest.
One is an invitation to this night club.... the other one.
"Dear Drill Dribbard, Invitation to Drill Resuscitation"
This is it. The lettering is sprinkling again this time, and I can see that you are focused on paper as well. It's a first-class invitation if you don't even look at the text.
"Make this again...... wait, what the hell are you trying to do!?
"It's okay. I'm just a little bit of a supply buddy and we're having a drink. I just joked about it."
"You are. Good, that's a peaceful drink."
Mary returns the invitation to Addy. - Even if it's a joke, can I just "joke" this disrespectful behavior?
But unfortunately now Mary didn't realize it and exhaled a degree of relief that Addy couldn't possibly be relieved of if her grump had been fixed. I also get shitty and invitations.
"By the way, lady, are Alicia and the others coming tonight?
Ask around as Addy looks.
In contrast, Mary also looked around.
"Hey, aren't you there? It's none of my business."
"Yes, I was arriving a little earlier than you two did today!
"Normally, it's something I think I'll find and rush over to right away."
"It's troublesome to be making noise again, so let's just finish greeting and go home tonight"
"Yeah, Master Mary, are you leaving soon?
"Right. Your daughter's stomach and sauce seem terrible..."
"Ugh, right. Mary needs to slow down."
"I get tired when that kid makes a scene.... by the way Addy"
Hey, and Mary called Addy's name as she turned the day after tomorrow.
He also distracts himself again, still perceiving what Mary is trying to say, and returns it with a whispering "Right," he said.
That's how we sighed like we were aligned with each other.
... I'm here.