Night club at the Eldland family.
Dressed in a gorgeous dress, Parfet enjoyed a chat with his friends before wondering when to eat the cake. If you look sideways with a chill, you're going to hear 'eat fast' from a delicious looking cake.
That cake is something I love about parfets, and it's the strength of the Eldland family's embracing pastry chef.
Because of this, I asked Guinness out to eat in the garden, and Parfet imagined the sight. Leaning closer together looking up at the starry sky...... I'm sure it'll be sweeter than this. The sugar content culminates.
He gave an inadvertent look, but... Parfett lowered his brow butt and looked around the venue.
At the end of Parfet's gaze, a few populations.
Since the start of this night club, there has been a constant presence of people all the time, and if one person leaves, one person joins them again... and so on. There are even people nearby looking at the timing of when to join the conversation.
They are surrounded by no other Guinness Eldland.
Most of the time, his dark hair peeks occasionally from the place where the parfet is surrounded.
Thanks to this, Parfett had a conversation with Guidus only shortly after the party started. That was also outside the mosquito net to the extent that we exchanged a word or two, and were spoken to and noticed by the field early in the arrow succession.
"Master Guinness, it's terrible to leave me alone. I'll tell Mary...!
So small and blurry, Parfet turned to Pupu and turned back to the cake.
Change of plans. Set aside the guineas and enjoy the night view and the cake by yourself.
I wonder if I'll even eat his share... and even think about being mean like that. I don't have a delicious cake for a thin lover who leaves her fiancée alone.
Even so, Parfet isn't really mad either. I believe there's no way Guidus would seriously scorn himself, and more importantly, I understand why people are constantly around him.
The other day, his father, the Eldland Principal, announced a change of head in the formal setting.
It was a gorgeous party to name but a stunning one, just commensurate with announcing the change of head of the famous family.
There is not a single feeling of anxiety in our Lord before we talk about the future in peace. On the contrary, we seem to enjoy talking about the future of hiding.
Shall I unload my shoulders and take a trip with my partner? Let's go around and relax in the summer shelter for a few years… It is a common story after the retirement of a busy and famous homeowner.
Everyone was smiling at the story.
Anyway, since before the venue for this announcement was set up, Guidus has been in charge of the family business as a steward of the Eldland family, and it was practically no exaggeration for him to call himself the owner here these days. There is not one more who is stunned by this announcement.
Remembering the party then, Parfet leaked a small exhale.
Standing next to my father, my predecessor, Guidus, who greets me, was splendid. The goodness of his body made him feel reluctant, young but with majesty.
Then if Parfet stood next to him, he would smile calmly. The moment is indescribable, when majesty turns into flutter and sweetness. It's the best moment only a parfet can taste.
Its sweetness gushes in his chest, and the parfet stares at the guinea pigs that stand idly in the distance.
"Busy is a sign that the house is thriving. It's a pleasure to be surrounded and admired by people. Then all I have to do is keep an eye on Master Guinness and support him in shadowing the Eldland family in good standing. That's what a partner does."
Yes, the parfet shrugged small. Then smile calmly, as I say to myself.
The expression makes you feel calm and spare, and the usual appearance of shivering in tears is a grown-up stand-up like a lie. I'm not married yet, but I feel completely beyond my fiancée to be my wife.
Even if I can't stay next door, I'll keep an eye out, this is what I can afford for a wife with a busy husband.
I'm already Mrs. Eldland...! and Parfet zeroed his couscous and grin by himself.
… it is only a matter of time before Parfet retained room for his wife.
To be precise, until you indulge in the cake and go out to the less popular courtyard.
Confirming that there was no one around him in the fluttering courtyard, he swelled his puffy cheeks away from the smile of spare and calm until earlier.
"It is my wife's duty to watch over my husband, but I can tell Mary that I have been scorned!
Yes, I appeal to no one. - I shivered when Guidus, surrounded by guests at that moment, pretended, but there was no way I could notice the parfet -
It is the duty of the spouse to watch over the husband. I can see that. But that's it, this is this.
Yes, almost at the same time that Parfet had handed down a ruthless verdict in his brain, he was called from behind.
He's a grand old man with a familiar face.
I have been with the Eldlands and Parfet has spoken to them several times.
Rumor-loving, chatty, famous for a long time once spoken out. So much so that there were even those who kept talking from the start of the party to the end and kept listening to him all night.
Unexpectedly, Parfet muttered in his heart, "I've been caught," he said. Of course there's no way you can put that on your face, smile gently and pick the edge of your skirt.
"Miss Parfett, what have you done on your own? Aren't you with Master Guinness?
"It was a little chilly. Mr. Guidus is talking to other people."
"Really...... No, I could say hello to Master Guinness, too, but he seemed busy and I couldn't talk to him for very long. I've been asking for an opportunity for a while, but it doesn't look like I can get in, so I gave up and came in for a little night breeze. I'd like you to distribute a ticket to talk to Mr. Guinness first."
"Well, I can't believe it's a ticket. I'm sure Mr. Guinness won't be able to speak to you."
"I hope you think so. But I also wanted to talk to Master Parfett, so I was right to come to the garden. I don't know, lately.... especially your friendship."
One last word was added, and Parfet wondered, "Are you a friend?," he tilted his neck.
It's common for people to ask how things are going these days, not just in the social world. About myself, about my family, about my house... and that's where I'm going to spread the word. It can also be described as a non-obvious topic.
But what does it mean to designate it as "friendship" and ask me?
If Parfet stared at his opponent without knowing his intentions, he glanced around with a chill and then told him "for example..." while lurking his voice.
"I hear that Mr. Parfett also has friends in neighbouring countries who often go to visit him"
"Yeah, I went to college exchange studies, too."
"That's great. Expanding friendship is a good thing. Yet, for example, I hear you are very close to Mary of the Albert family."
"Lady Mary is beautiful and kind, even to me who's a crybaby. That's in person. Oh, when I think of Mary, I cry..."
I remembered what Mary looked like and wiped her fingertips at the area of her eyes seeping when Parfet sipped a small sip of her sun.
If he turned to the man again to change the story that way, he would have given himself just a little bit. I feel strange pressure in my staring eyes, and the parfet slightly sits down.
"You're still close to Mary. So you're asking me something about the future of the Albert family?
"Is this the future of the Albert family? Sure, they'll be cleaning up soon. It's going to be tough when your mansion is big."
"No, that's not what I'm talking about... Look, you think we're gonna make a big decision soon?"
"Decisions…. You're talking about the branch of the migratory bird bowl shop. Unfortunately, we still can't tell you the date of the opening"
"It's not about that, it's more about the future. Future policy, how to move the house... for example, who will carry on the trail? Look, the Alberts will have Lady Lang and Lady Lucien."
A pulfet finally perceived the intention shows the colour of perplexity in the reference of a man who gradually becomes more direct.
You took that "I know, but I can't tell you," the man's eyes glistened. Parfets inadvertently lag behind the greedy glow.
Originally, Parfet had a moderate personality and had spent his childhood hiding behind Gynus.
Though he has shown strength in one of his college affairs and occasionally begins to show spare time for his partner, his roots are still a crybaby and weak parfet. There's no way a man can get stuck and stay fine.
In a weak voice, he complained, "Oh, no, I..." Half a step back, but the man has forcefully stepped in with Gui.
"I, Mary, have not heard such a story..."
"Then even if it's not a specific story, do you have anything pinched in your little ear? Or did you notice any changes during your visit to the Albert family? Speaking of which, I heard that Master Parfett was close to the Albert family owner and both of his sons. Has anything changed lately?
"To all of you, I'm just being nice to you as Mary's friend. So I'm nothing..."
"I need to know nothing about the Albert family... By the way, I hear that Lady Parfett is also close to Princess Alicia, but has she heard anything from the Princess? Besides, about the veracity of that rumor about Princess Alicia..."
"Wow, I...!
The man who asks me early in the arrow succession puts pressure on me and gives me a voice that the parfet is about to disappear. I shuddered with tears and could scratch and cry.
Still, the man comes stuffed forcefully. I'm obsessed with the story. I don't even realize that I'm frightened of the pulfet, and even once I hear it, I persistently ask him to try to hear it out, as if to change his words, to forgive him at times, to induce him at times.
Succession of the Albert family, trend of two sons.
And rumors of Princess Alicia......
Arrow inheritance The way a man talks early is a desperate word. A frightened, half-step parfet was once again stuck as if trying to escape.
Only a man's quick mouth continues in an unpopular garden. That drove the fear again, calling the name of Guidus small as Parfet asked for help.
"Where it's uplifting, rude"
Low, intimidating voices came in cracked, almost at the same time as Parfet called Guidus.
It was as if the time had come to respond to the call of the pulphets.