Lang and the others left, chatting with Patrick for a while. He also left when he had business.
That's how Mary and Addy left out relaxed and tea as they looked in the courtyard... but in the middle of it Mary said, "Yes!" He raised his voice.
"If you can't scratch, how about treasure hunting! I'll hide my pocket watch somewhere in the mansion, so you'd better find it first, or something!
"Why do you want entertainment? Instead, if you decide how, where is your daughter going to hide it?
"I'll wrap a strong vertical roll around it like I used to and hide it inside that roll"
"Too difficult"
To Mary's suggestion, Addy dismisses it as a sigh.
I thought it was a name idea...... and if Mary pointed her lips so hard as to persevere, I could hear Couscous laughing.
Look, the look of one woman walking over here. It's Carrell, Mary's mother. If Mary greeted that figure, laughing softly, Addy stood up in a panic against her and bowed her head.
"Can we both have some tea?
"How's your mother? A cup of tea without a snack would be great."
"Well, Mary, you can't say it like that... But I'm sorry you asked me out, but I'm going to have to have a nice cup of tea from now on. I'm getting tired."
Carrell talks with her shoulders flattered.
Although I was embarrassed by Mary's language, the sighing and shouldering tricks are quite outspoken.
Carrell is having another busy day, even though he is not as good as his lords and men.
Few in the social world try to sell it to her in a good mood and hear something out. Anyway, it's nothing else, Mrs. Albert, and if it's a favorite, you might be able to tell me, "You know, it's just here..."
With such expectations, the ladies are inviting Carrell to a tea party to compete.
"Even so, I don't know anything, and I'm saying it's up to the parties to decide who's going to succeed. Everyone tries to hear it out even if I explain it...... There's nothing to talk about even if you ask me. It's gonna happen."
"Right. We can't help it, but we just get caught up in it and don't like it.... I guess we should decide on the treasure hunt after all"
Addy rushesly forgives Mary for starting to make disturbing plans even tomorrow. There is no such thing as a treasure hunt for a heir.... No, it can't even be a scratch.
Carrell looked forward to such interaction, speaking of which, he took out a single envelope.
"Mary seems to be getting depressed, too, and you and Addy can go on a date."
"Oh, can I help you?
I took the envelope that Mary would be offered with interest. If I open it gently, Addy will peek in, too, if you're interested.
Fine envelope. Slowly remove the pieces of paper that are put in the opening….
"" Stage?
and they both spoke doubts, tilting their necks at the same time.
What was in the envelope was a ticket to the stage.
That's also performance day is tonight.
Mary gave Carrell her gaze as she rounded her eyes to this story, which was quite sudden. Same goes for Addy, how the hell is he suddenly looking at the tickets?
"It seems so funny, I want Mary to watch it. I actually arranged it a few days ago, but I forgot about it because I drank too much tea."
"What a sudden... what a mother you are"
"Then have dinner early and go. It's a restaurant, if that's what you mean. There's a nice restaurant. So why don't you go there? I'll get you an appointment in a minute!
That and Carrell make up their minds early and ask the maids to arrange it without even hearing from Mary and the others. That's exactly what I'm talking about. That's how I tell him to "have fun" and leave.
unspeakable, rather, unspeakable momentum. If you notice, you don't already see her, and there's a single envelope at the table where Mary and Addy sit.
"Mother, I wonder where she's tired."
"Your wife must care about your daughter, too. Because of that, and let's go sweet on your words."
Addy laughs calmly. Then Mary popped her cheeks red to the words "It's a date," which came out of his mouth.
It's been a while since we got married, and we've been out together many times now. But when he tells me again, his chest will squeal.
I smiled back at the envelope with the ticket and shook it with both hands.
The stage was a work depicting the sadness of a certain courtier, whose reputation did not stop in the country but spread outside the country. Mary was listening, too, and I was just thinking that one day I'd get a chance to watch a play...
I never thought I would be given such a chance to watch a play, more so by my mother. And when I went out, I went out of my way to say, "I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
But Carrell's right, if you set the stage where your guests were tired of constantly rushing into the mansion, you'd enjoy a change of mood. Recommended restaurants, good flavour and atmosphere again, isn't it great to watch a play in a sense of well-being to the fullness?
That's what I thought, and Mary was sitting in the theater seat and happily gripping the handkerchief. - Of course the handkerchief is ready to cry -
Addy next door, of course. He also seems to have heard of his previous reputation on this stage, which makes him seem interesting.
"It's a story of friendship and sadness, isn't it? I'm looking forward to it."
"Is it the prince of the courtier and fiancée and the shitty town daughter the two meet... I don't know..."
"Oh, what's going on, Addy? It's time to start."
Look, and the moment Mary calls out, the theater slowly darkens.
The voice of the chatter heard from all over also calmed down as the waves drew, and Mary grabbed the handkerchief all the time and turned her gaze to the stage.
Addy, who said something, also groaned slightly, "Are you out of your mind," and glanced at the satchel, which slowly went up to imitate Mary.
It's a story of friendship and sadness, traced by a beautiful straight hair (...) lady in silver thread.
Born into a family pattern that everyone envied, the silver thread courtier was engaged to a child-friendly prince. A beautiful silver yarn maid and a refreshing prince with dark blue hair. Whoever sees it looks good, and the scene continues where the two of them meet each other intimately.
The Silver Thread Lady sincerely loved him and thought he could be a happy couple. For this reason he also learned all the harsh manners perfectly and became an impeccable woman. We both dreamed of happiness.
One day, the lady from Silver Thread met a certain town daughter. Rustic, pure, town girl rocking her blonde hair as bright as the sun. It doesn't take long for the two of them to break it down, and they develop friendship. If the town daughter cowers about the difference in identity, the lady speaks for herself, and if she finds out she admires the social world, she'll teach her manners and invite her to her own party.
Such a fold, the prince also met another town daughter and was attracted. It's love beyond identity.
As each deepens her friendship and affection, the Silver Thread Lady finally finds out that her best friend is the thinker of the prince she loves. The two friends I found in the distance are so friendly that whoever sees them can see them.
Suffering between jealousy, friendship and love, with gloomy music is spoken in the sad breasts of the young lady. A dimly squeezed light source casts a shadow on the straight hair of the silver thread, increasing her sense of sadness.
That is how he resolved everything, and the lady of the silver thread told her beloved prince.
"It was just a political marriage with you," he said.
He falsified his thoughts with the word political strategy, and decided to push the backs of two people who decided to run off and pierce their love.
Beautiful lovers hold hands. The silver thread lady watched the sight alone on the falling terrace of the moonlight...
The venue overflowed with applause as light music gradually turned smaller and the satchel slowly dropped.
He who rises up and honors this stage, he who leaks a hot exhale and holds his chest down, he who is struck in the chest by sadness and weeps... and so on.
"Hey, what a sad story...!
is Mary holding a handkerchief.
He has been hit in the chest by this stage and applauds the wet handkerchief in his hand.
Addy, sitting next to it, said, sat on the spot clouding his rusty eyes. Only his surroundings are chilled in this venue where inspiring enthusiasm stands.
"Lady, you can cry with this often"
"What are you talking about, such an indefinite story... What a lovely young lady. Love, no, I lived in love and friendship!
"No, what do you call this, that you've changed it well"
"You have the original alteration. Is that a book? If you want the book, pick it up immediately!
"No, it's not a book. You're a person."
"What a great man......! If you're alive, you must let me talk to you!
"No, I was wondering if it would be difficult for your daughter to listen. I mean, why don't you look in the mirror?"
To the words of Addy, a voice that makes her even feel fatigued, Mary cried a tear-wet handkerchief with a flirtatious voice, "Mirror?," he tilted his neck.
Why the hell should I look in the mirror? But before questioning it, a satchel rose to respond to the voice of an uncalled for encore. Wah and cheer inside the venue at the sight of the actors lining up together.
If so, I am now behind in my doubts. Mary stood up with applause with a gushing emotion in her chest.
"The main character's model is me!?
It was in the carriage home that Mary's astonishing voice sounded. Of course it's Addy sitting across the street. What he is bringing to the window is a carriage sickness remedy.
It was an earlier statement that Mary made after that she got into the carriage that had left the theater to wait and received a series of explanations.
"What does that silver thread lady mean by me? I've never had straight hair like that in my whole life!?
"That must be the foot color."
"Then who's the prince!
"I don't care what you think, Master Patrick."
"Then of the golden thread...... Alicia!
If Mary spoke the name in an angry voice, Addy gave her a famous answer and a round of applause.
Indeed, the story of Mary during the High Ministry is legged everywhere and spread as an inspiring story. Not just about Mary, of course, but about Alicia and Patrick.
This can't be an inspiring secret if it becomes "The Lady Who Retreated herself for the Two Who Love Each Other" and "The Princess Who Was Started Growing Up and Seen in an Orphanage" and "A Restraint Through the Love of Different Identities Ready to Abandon Her Family Name".
There are three delicious ingredients that make up friendship, romance, sadness, and stage. -... Of course, no one would think that one of them was a 'Harassing Lady for Falling' etc -
That's why I watched the sad tale earlier.
Mary herself is not aware of it, and she shows difficulty in knowing the facts and attracting her expression.
"Fine, I'll give you a hundred steps and I'll accept you and Patrick. It's true that the old me and Patrick never looked that way from the side... and I don't feel anything like it."
"That's only about fifty steps away, right?"
"Anyway, the problem is Alicia! Why am I so close to that girl that I even have a friendship story!
I'm not convinced! And Mary called, and Addy, who was looking out the window at night, replied, "That's right," extended. Mary's anger increases unnecessarily to that voice color, which has no heart at all.
On stage, the silver thread courtier gave it to the shy town daughter. That was kind. If he cared about the difference in status and hesitated to speak up, he would talk to himself, and if he found out he was interested in the social world, he would teach him manners and invite him to his party.
Whoever sees it is friendship. A friendship that transcends identity, built by two beautiful girls.
Recall that and complained of Mary's dissatisfaction that she was not convinced.
"It's not about footprints, it's about that fabrication! I didn't get along with her!
"That's right... Why don't you complain to Alicia herself tomorrow?
"Right. Tomorrow, at breakfast, I'll tell you Gatsun!
"You've been having breakfast with me lately without complaining"
"You're not allowed to sit next to me!
Can't you give up there? Mary calls.
Even so, these days, I have done with appropriate complaints about Alicia's early morning visit and returned "You're early today" to her good morning greeting. On the contrary, I wouldn't even complain if Alicia came dressed as a maid to wake me up.
I don't know what that is without referring to it as friendship...... and Addy squeaks in my heart. I don't put it in my mouth because, of course, I don't know what would happen if I bought Mary's wrath in the carriage.
"Aside from the content of the stage, why don't you say Gatsun while we have dinner together tomorrow morning"
"Right.... but I won't let you sit next to me!
If you sue him to press caution, Addy nods with a bitter smile. Mary wrinkled between her eyebrows with her rusty eyes staring at her as if she loved her.
Now I feel uncomfortable with his expression and warm gaze. Doesn't it look like they're smiling at the child's will "I wish I could admit it quickly"?
This was also outrageous, and Mary paid for the silver thread hair at the same time as she turned that way. The silver thread hair of a wave that is not vertical rolled but loose shakes. I can't call it straight.
I'm totally sorry about that friendship story. We need to keep the nail on Alicia so she doesn't get the wrong idea.
Yes, Mary told herself, and she wanted to say Gatsun tomorrow morning.
… but Alicia never visited the Albert family the day after that or the next day on the contrary.