Mary Albert's morning is late.
If that were a long vacation in college, the sun would already climb that day when Mary woke up, and if she looked at the clock on her pillow, she was about to plug it in at noon.
This is not slightly nasty as a woman of my age, and what a uncomfortable thing to be told deliberately by the maid who came in to smile and say "good morning".
Unexpectedly clear, he fluttered his sleeping silver thread hair.
By the way, even as Mary gets out of bed, the futon still makes mountains. I hear a light sleep called Susu, a loosely rising and falling futon, and there is zero gold thread hair from the gap.
The sight of someone sleeping inside doesn't surprise the maid any more. "Was it last night too," Mary told her, only "I lost my defense."
"Damn, it's so noisy that you're visiting in the middle of the night and it's a night party, I can't believe this is the princess of our country. I don't know, it's annoying, and I couldn't sleep at all in the way."
The maid smiled much smaller at Mary complaining about Tung and the person who remained in the futon - not to mention Alicia. I'm sure you want to say that now is close to noon to return it so deliberately, "Well, you didn't seem to get much sleep".
Pointing out that she was asleep, Mary puts the spearhead of anger to bed... where she still turns to sleeping Alicia. Even if you stare at Giroli, the futon still just slowly goes up and down.
Usually they come so early in the morning, but when night raids succeed, they sleep in people's beds. How angry......
"In the first place, my country's princess is the 'morning when the chicken rings' country watch, and I'll live on my own. If the chicken rings, it's morning, even before I wake up. So now it's morning and I'm up early!
"Yeah, that's right. Lady Mary is awake very early. So, do you want it for breakfast? Or lunch?"
"... lunch please. I need you to read in my room until this hour. I read through it and forgot to eat breakfast."
While measuring the sleeper's cover, Mary gets dressed and sits down in a vanity chair.
The maid stood behind her with a laugh of couscous and gently rubbed Mary's silver thread hair. Sleeping this morning is stronger than usual and less drilled than wavy. I'm going to unravel that with kushi.
"What hair do you have today?
"It's a little hot, so I'd like to braid and cool my neck."
"... are you braiding? I don't mind... the..."
I asked the maid who dropped her voice color as soon as possible what was going on with Mary over the mirror.
Is it also an obstacle to my desire to braid? Even so, it is not a strong vertical roll that does not allow for any hairstyle change, as it used to be.
Now comb and knit soft silver thread hair that flutters and shakes and fasten it with your head. That's all.
"What's going on? You got a knitting problem?
"No, is it called a hair problem... when Mary exposes her neck muscles"
"You think I expose my hair to neck muscles?
The serious maid tone adds to Mary's overhead questioning.
I rub my neck muscles unintentionally, but of course there is no such thing as this. Sulri and her own hands just tickle her skin.
What the hell is the problem?
"What's my neck now?
"Addy falls in love and hits the wall or steps off. We call this seventy-five."
"You were poking around in nowhere occasionally, pinching doors, falling into pits, wearing a cloth from your head that was planted in a door gap."
I think it's number 58 in the second half.
"... I see you're number 58 when the trap your brothers set was activated"
If Mary guessed and asked, the maid nodded and gave it back.
Even though Addy's case (number 75) is a nuisance, I'm sorry to hear that it even came to my brother's attention (number 58).
Hanging the words of labor, he finally becomes foolish: "Your brothers want you to grow up, too," he said.
At least, I just want you to stop setting child-stained traps in the mansion.
"I wish your father would say Gatsun. Father's gonna be so sweet and troubled by us."
"My husband takes care of his family, so he can't get out strong."
He doesn't seem like a famous homeowner, and what a father he is then. Yes, the maid combs Mary's silver hair with a familiar hand as she laughs at her husband's depth of affection.
Putting it together for an even bunch, carefully braided and accompanied by a water-coloured ribbon. It's as if he's being forgiven for stroking his head, "Well, not so angry," and the discontent that was gushing inside Mary's chest slowly dissolves.
"Yes, I've done it. We have a lot of customers today, so we knit harder than usual to avoid collapsing. Tell me if it hurts."
Finally, the ribbon is positioned and the maid calls out through the mirror.
Mary's hair is beautifully braided, and if she tilts her neck slightly, the silver hair shows the water-colored ribbon in the mirror in what a delicious and beautiful way.
To that appearance, Mary would have smiled and thanked the maid, too, if she were normal. But only today, the words I was told earlier catch on to my chest.
"Today... No, you still have plenty of customers today"
I accidentally dropped my shoulder small and sighed.
That if you can tell me how busy you are in the morning, everyone will get a sigh of relief.
If you still have a lot of customers, you have to behave accordingly.
So ready, Mary checked her freshly groomed hair and figure once and headed to the futon where she still made the mountain. If you roll up the futon lavishly, you'll still look like Alicia sleeping gussy......
Seeing that, Mary gently raised her index finger......,
"Show me a little princess, too!
If you yell at her like that and stick a mole next to her umbilical cord in a row, you say, "Heh!" and tall - and what a dumb - Alicia jumped with a scream.
He hurries to hold his stomach and looks around him with warmth. That's how I found Mary, and she brightened her face, pah, to see if she understood what was going on.
"Good morning, Mary!
"Morning, one shot from!
If Mary relentlessly slaps Alicia's forehead with a petin, her hand, which was holding her belly, will now hold her forehead.
Is swelling your cheeks a dissatisfaction with waking up and waging violence? Most of all, Mary is more dissatisfied than Alicia.
"I always say, stop raiding people's homes at night because it's a pajama party for a night out, it can't be! Don't you feel like a princess?
"That's it, this is this. The princess's consciousness and the sleepover party are different bellies!
"Don't say dessert like it's another belly. Damn, I can't believe such a country girl is a princess.... Maybe you're not a princess?
If Mary glances suspiciously, Alicia says, "Huh!?," he rounded his purple eyes with a surprising voice. Fluffy and golden thread hair shakes.
Golden thread hair in purple eyes, a color that is handed down only to royalty. No doubt, Alicia is a princess stripped as a child.... but that is also disgusting.
"That's suspicious. You, are you really a child of both sires?
"Well, Master Mary is terrible. I am genuine, a child of your father and mother!
"No, you're not... When the chicken rang, in the morning, it would storm me like a pig... yes, you are a chicken and a pig child!
If Mary pointed and affirmed at Alicia so that she could make a decision, Alicia also breathed with a startling colour.
The purple eyes are opened, and the golden eyes shake to match the smug and trembling body.
"Oh no... my parents are chickens and pigs...... Which is your mother..."
"I don't know, but if the mother was a chicken, it would mean egg raw."
"Are you egg raw...... I was hatching......!?
Alicia shrugged in a trembling voice, holding herself tight with her own arms.
The gaze looks elsewhere and the shaped lips are tightly closed. My eyes have a colour of confusion and my eyebrow butt drops. How weak I am.
Mary stared at Alicia like that, slowly closing her eyes once with her sigh.
"I can't hang out with you," I said to myself, sighing his shoulders, slapping Petin and Alicia's forehead one last time. Now the farce is over.
"I'm leaving the room now, so leave the futon, too. You're going to have lunch at home anyway, aren't you? Please don't sit next to me."
"Lady Mary, I'm afraid I'm busy today, and I must return to the royal palace immediately."
"Oh, really?
"Yes...... I'm sorry you invited me to lunch."
To Alicia, who leans down softly, Mary groans, "You do"......,
"If you're busy in the first place, you're not staying at people's houses!
and again put a blow in his forehead and did it.