Can Someone Please Explain This Situation

When my husband started coming back to Japan Hall every time, and the number of people welcoming him increased slightly, and my husband's shift became more and more normal, that became more and more normal.

"I'm getting an invitation to a party."

I wandered home early as my husband offered me a white envelope.

Wow, what is this, Dejav?

That's what I thought. I picked up the envelope with my cheeks clutched, and I hurried it over to see if there was an example crest!

There was another famous wax seal on our crest, which was different, not the example crest.

My husband, who was smiling at me in reaction to the sealed wax crest,

"This time it's not from the royal palace. It's an invitation from the Duke of Argentea."

Please provide a supplementary explanation.

"The Duke of Argentea, is it?"

I looked up at my husband's face above mine and blinked a few times.

The Duke of Argentea is the next most prestigious nobleman of the Fisaris family. Like the Fisaris family, it is on the clouds to poor aristocrats like me.

"Yeah. I told you I wouldn't force you to socialize, but I couldn't turn it down here. I've been kind to us for a long time, and I'm familiar with the kids here."

This is my husband, who lowers his eyebrows a little and begs me.

"It was. Okay."

If you have such circumstances, you cannot refuse them even if they are me. Well, that doesn't mean I'm riding.

as relieved to see me shake my neck vertically. My husband returned to his usual alkaic smile,

"Good. The night club is in two weeks. Oh, I have to new your dress!

"Okay?

Konocht makes wasted remarks again!

I'm the one who opened my eyes lightly to your husband's celebrity remarks. There are dresses in the clothing room that haven't been through their sleeves yet that are like mountains (not exaggerated!), even the dress I wore at the last nightclub has only been worn once. I was wondering if you could make a remake or something?

"Let's ask Madam again. What color would you like it to be this time?

Back to back with my wasted spirit, my husband is no longer willing to make a new one. You're starting to get paranoid with a glittery smile. So, hey, are you going to make it look like a pair again?! It looks like a painful couple, so I'd like to reject it with all my might!

"No, no, no, wait a minute, please?

My feelings already rush to wait for my husband, who is meeting with Madame from Haute Couture.

"What is it?

"We don't have to make new dresses again. There are a bunch of new dresses, and some you made last time, right?

"I can't wear a dress like that to you again! Plus, what's in the house is a regular dress."

Until then, he's a husband who pulls away his grinning eyelids and says, "It's an antique lace for silk or chiffon," but all of this makes me cry out for the opening of this value of saying 'everyday wear' and so on a dress full of the finest fabrics.

"Uh-huh. You can remake it."

I'm the one who protests with a few tears.

"You said you wanted to remake it, but this time we'll tailor it, right? Please don't hesitate to accept this gift from me."

My husband kicked me out of a crisp, riddled face and a full grin.

After all,

"He said he would, so let me have it! What design should we use this time?"

Mimosas who are somehow exciting their own hands with a predator-like grin trying to adorn me with all their might or

"It's your husband's feelings, so your wife won't care."

So-so calm down, and let Dahlia heal you with delicious tea.

"Yes. I'll be sweet."

Even so, I was there to start remaking my last dress at best. You won't have to wear it the next time, and if it's anything, you can give it to your sister. I won't waste it!

And night club day.

I'm wearing a slightly calm, tinted dress. It is also a delicacy of madam and mimosa in haute couture. This covers the rubber pegs again for extra design. The line that is switched under the chest and depicts the graceful drape as it is is is no longer a place of worship, Madame!

My husband, who escorts next door, wanted it to be 'this time again in a pair', but I let him dodge it with a whole body of spirits, and I let him be jealous with the method of linking colors everywhere.

I greet the Duke and his wife, the host of the evening, the Duke of Argentea, as well as your son, who said he was a childhood tamer to his husband, before turning to the nightclub venue. And for once tonight, I said, "Oh, my God! I've had a mindset for the 'thing! It's batch-coy whenever you want!

Step into the venue and your gaze quickly flew to me and my husband. Oh, I'm going to chisel!

But as if to shoulder my mindset, I can be called upon to

"The Duchess is still beautiful today. Which, would you like to dance with me for a song?

An invitation to dance from the young and old lords that

"Leave the men alone and have a chat with us"

Invitation from a sorority from the Madams that.

In the meantime, 'this is social, this is noble work,' I remember with my heart, to both invitations,

"Pleasure."

and smiled!

While I'm on my way to socializing (every ounce), my husband seems busy dancing and chatting while watching me with a carefree gaze for once.

When you're dancing indifferently with the wrong steps, the rhythm off,

"But the Duchess is a good dancer."

My partner's lord praised me. So, don't talk to me much? I'll take the wrong steps!

"Is it? Wrong and desperate, huh?

This is serious. Talking while dancing, that's pretty high tech for me. Because that's where the smiley mask I've finally put up lately is starting to peel off, that's the level!

"That's not true. No one can afford to dance so much."

This partner who says so and smiles. I'm sorry, I forgot your name.

"I'm very sorry for the compliment."

Lay down your eyes and let them look a little lit.

"I'm sure a good dance teacher will learn it."

"Yeah, ghost..."

"Ghosts?!

"No, it's nothing! Oh, ho, ho, ho. He's such a good teacher!

"I guess."

Danger. Danger. My mouth was about to slip with 'ghost coach' etc.

The rudeness seemed to make me laugh and deceive, and then I was able to finish the dance safely while talking about nothing. Let's be careful.

The women's club with Madam was all about the same age as my mother, no longer a 'women's club' rather than a 'women's club'. You're all sweet, but yeah, well, what do you say, the generation gap? Can't we talk? I like garden teasing, but I still don't have my forefinger stretched until the bonsai!

Flying my mind somewhere, I casually grabbed a glass trying to moisten my thirsty throat,

"Your wife did a very beautiful job."

Where the Countess (I couldn't remember her name) praised me for the trick.

"Shall we?

I don't remember doing such a praiseworthy thing, so tilting my little neck,

"Yes, what your wife did is so elegant in everything! I want my daughter to have an apprenticeship."

The Marquise of Nantka (similarly) has also expressed her agreement and is nodding aloud.

"I'm sure you'll wear it. Come on."

The Countess said again. You're wearing it, or you're tapped in...

Anyway, harvest of the night club today. "Rainy Days Routine Events" turned out to be all for nothing. Don't be afraid, servants! Yeah, I'm glad I heard what everyone said! I'll keep up with you!

You're hammering Madame's story while you do that.

"Dear Viola, long time no see!

With a bright, well-traveled bell-like voice, my name was called from behind. Oh? This voice sounds familiar, doesn't it? Looking back at it with that in mind, there was Miss Iris of the Marquis of Sanguinea happily narrowing her almond eye, which she had been acquainted with at the last night club.

This is a lovely baby blue flickering dress again today. Yeah, it must have made an impression during this time!

"Well, Master Iris. Good day! … excuse me, ladies and gentlemen"

After saying no to the ladies' association, I headed over to Miss Iris.