Chun, chun, pi, pi.
The wind carries an idyllic cheerful and calmly dark green smell enough to induce drowsiness. It slowly crosses between us.
This is the prized garden of the House of the Duke of Fisaris.
Numerous sweets and amber teas emitting sweet aromas make the specially appointed table look deliciously hot.
It's a good day, and for the first time there's a tea party at the Duke's (our) house.
These are the four invitees, Iris - the Marquis of Sanguinea - and the Marquis of Nastersham, the Count of Crocus and the Count of Columbine, who also took care of us at the party for the time being. That's the end of the line in the first place, right?
"But I was amazed at the nightclub in the meantime!
Ohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho,
We surround the table and each one is gracefully enjoying their tea.
"Dear Viola, I can't believe the Duke drowned you so much, hey"
Countess Crocchus, who narrows her eyes almost.
"I've heard a lot of rumors, but that's a sweep."
"I've never seen a duke like that before."
"" "" Hey!! ""
The ladies seem to be having fun. The conversation is playing, but my cheeks are tingling, by contrast. Yah-yah! Because that is nothing but black history for me!!
"Oh, that's not true, haha..."
I laughed softly but weakly.
That night club.
Husband who finally gave me his "wife's pride" in the crowd circle.
What a shame to play! and me that something soulful was leaving the phantom.
Master Barbena stuck in a bump after stepping on a mine.
It was the hosts, the Koko people, who were featured in the Trinity, but who cut it off.
'Look, I'm already giving up. I'm sorry to interrupt, Cerseis!
and the Argentea brothers dragging Master Barbena with a good smile.
'It's okay! We haven't talked enough yet, but even another time!
and a husband with one hand up and a refreshing smile. Wait, there won't be another time! Stop?
If you are not physically separated, I am the one who gave my soul back to me in advance.
"Oh, Vee. Were you okay? Didn't Barbena do something to you?
He's my husband, who cares and peeks into my face, but I can't say how much I've enjoyed your mental attacks over Master Barbena.
'Nothing. My husband came in between.'
Answering with a tingle in your mouth,
"Glad I made it."
and I got another refreshing grin.
'By the way, it looks like you've been looking for me, is there something wrong?
"Huh? Yeah. Yes, I was. Um, I'd like to have a tea party at my place, but what do you say?
Yes, they do. I was totally busy with my stuffing with Master Barbena.
My husband looked surprised for a moment by my sudden tea party remarks, but soon became the original smile,
'That's good! Invite your friends'
I got an OK right away.
"Hi. Thank you."
'Tell Lotus and Dahlia you'll have it ready as soon as you can. And I'm sure you'll be happy.'
"Ha."
I don't know why I'm happy, but I'm not going to get stuck right now.
... Oops. I remember black history.
I don't need to realize that since that day, everyone around me's gaze has changed from chilli to raw and warm!
"Dear Viola?
Marquise Nastersham peeks at me suspiciously as I was petite tripping in the direction of not being there.
"Oh, excuse me! It's such a beautiful day that I'm so relieved."
Ho ho ho ho ho.
That's what makes today's tea party open.
"Well, it seems to have calmed me down."
Hehe, and Master Iris smiling. Nicely pink flickering today.
"Thank you"
"Yes, yes. I'm Barbena, but the Argentea and Fisaris families are very close to each other and their sons are very familiar to each other, so in the process, Barbena was the Duke of Fisaris' most powerful wife candidate."
"Well, I was."
Little did I show my face to the social world, helping me out with what I'm not interested in, not knowing the rumors and allekores.
I listen to Iris, but Konocht, you're impressed with the circumstances ~.
"But the truth is, there was no engagement or anything like that, and Barbena sneered at the Duke, but the Duke... right? So, and if you suddenly think you mentioned you're getting married or something, not yourself. Dear Viola, I've never had any contact or anything at all before. You must have regretted it. When you're 20, you're in a bit of a hurry."
"Death Yone ~"
So, how much of that animal... and even your husband can't say 'contract me to marry' to someone who really likes you, can he? Your pride looks expensive, and the day you did that would be muddy. Though I guess that's why my husband chose me, not Master Barbena either.
"'Cause I can't tell you all about Master Barbena. I'm 20 years old too."
And when the pelts and tongues and Iris is cummed out,
"I'm 20, too."
and Countess Crocchus.
"I'm 21"
is Countess Columbine,
"I'm 19."
The youngest in the foursome was Marquis de Nastersham.
Yeah, you guys sure suck. I'm hanging out around your age.
"" "" That's why I have to attend a nightclub at the very least to get information and excellent properties!
There's another beautiful hamo, but this is another much more carnivorous statement.
"When I talked about calling you to this tea party today, a lot of people flattered me."
Countess Crocchus drinking tea while nicoting.
"Heh? Is there our tea party?
Why is that? Tilt your little neck,
"There are a lot of people who want to get along with Viola."
"Huh? Huh?
More and more doubts arise about the words of Countess Columbine.
"Clear and pathetic, behaving softly, dancing and socializing well. You deserve to want to get along with someone that nice, don't you?
"Yeah, eh? Who is that about?!
I opened my eyes to see if this was still the case.
Who the hell are you describing? Surely you were supposed to be talking about me?
A completely different person is formed, isn't it?
"Of course it's up to Lady Viola!
Master Iris has said it all.
Hey, let's just calm down, me. Isn't that kind of amazing? It's a terrible misunderstanding, isn't it?
"Wow, I, I shouldn't be like that!
Tears eyes no longer.
"You don't have to be so humble. You don't have to be even? In fact, Viola is a very nice person."
Dear Iris, narrow the almond eye to
Heh heh heh! It's called black history in the meantime, it's called this misunderstanding, I can't face the social world anymore ~!!