Can Someone Please Explain This Situation

Dahlia asked me what this trip was all about and I ran away from home… I was just about past lunch time as I was getting ready for the trip.

The samurai came to me at my usual lunch time, but I didn't know what to do about throwing out the work I was about to do, so I prioritized packing. Even so, it's Stellaria and Mimosa that are moving for me, but hey! You can't abandon those two and go out for dinner just me ~.

Along the way, I was contacted by Madame Fleur, who said that the clothes being tailored could be delivered in the evening. How super fast you made me...... Thank you. Now let me make you a proper dress.

Under Stellaria's command, more and more baggage was packed in the trunk.

Later it can be delivered from Madame's, just packed with new clothes.

"What about this?

bread, and stellaria smiling in fullness with her hands hanging.

"Wow! Thank you. I've never packed or anything, so if it wasn't for the two of us, I probably wouldn't have gone any further."

Look into the trunk, filled precisely and without gaps, with the eyes of admiration.

Clothes, shoes, etc. that were being pulled out of everywhere are properly delivered to the trunk. It's a professional move. Take a good look. The technology will be stolen.

I'm finally on my way to dinner for lunch, and my husband is just home.

Precisely as I was down the stairs, the entrance door opened.

"Ma'am, your husband is back."

Lotus, who immediately acknowledged my appearance, called out.

"It was already that time. Welcome home, sir!

I hurried down the stairs as I greeted my husband.

Speaking of which, your husband said you were coming home after lunch when you were going out this morning. They said I could have lunch first, but oh no, this is like I've been waiting for you!

"I'm home, Viola. I've finished my work today as planned. Now it's sunny and I'm going on vacation tomorrow."

My husband is in a good mood and nicotine about how happy he is on vacation.

"That's good. Good luck. Oh, it's just lunch now. How would you like to join me, sir, if you don't mind?

I didn't know what to do with the servants, and I invited my husband to lunch. Well, maybe it's getting done at work for a while. That's about enough past lunchtime.

Then, paaaaaa, my husband let his face shine. Are you in a better mood?

"No way, Viola, you've been waiting for me to come home?

My husband, who moistened Ururu and dark tea eyes, asked. Oh, that way?

"No? I was packing for a trip and I was eating away. Callum scolds me for not cleaning up if I don't eat fast ~... My husband?

I told you the way it was, but when my husband instantly erased his shiny smile, it drowned.

And

"Yeah, right. That's right. You're right..."

I'm bumping something while I'm nagging you.

"Sir?

I can't hear you very well so I come close, peek into your face, wipe your eyes with a glitch cuff,

"No, it's nothing. 'Cause my heart's sweating just seeped out."

I was the husband who said that and forced me to smile.

Be positive here and rejoice that lunch per person could have been avoided.

When my husband and I were finishing a delicious lunch and getting some post-meal fruit, the story became about preparing for the trip.

"You were able to pack for Viola, weren't you?

"Yes. Mimosa and Stellaria helped me, something. If you get what you're getting tailored from Madame later, it's over."

It means it will arrive in the evening, so you have plenty of room and the support is complete.

This is my husband, who was listening in silence, smiling at my report, but mostly.

"Really? Then I have to pack my things this afternoon. [M] Oh, yeah. I was wondering if you could help me pack."

Oh, my God, I brought it up.

You want me to help your husband pack? I'm not even packing my own stuff. What are you saying to me, Konocht! No, don't you know I'm not packing? No, no, that's not what you ask of a samurai, is it?

Yeah, I'm surprised you got so upset. I beg your pardon.

Close your eyes. Unexpectedly look at your husband twice. Looking at your husband's Reiki face as it were,

"When I say I'm going to help, it means you're going to have to coordinate your clothes, right? I'm not gonna let you do anything like a samurai!

My husband, who accurately read my surprise, supplemented me with a couscous laugh.

I waited for that too. You want me to coordinate your husband's personal clothes? Coordinate here. Uh! I'm so surprised that the sammy oyster gag blushed my head. Shit. I'm a jerk. My normal mind has been missing since just now.

I'm letting you cling your cheeks,

"Look, even when I went shopping with you one day, Viola's taste was good. I always wear sensible clothes, and I choose the right ornament for it."

And, for some reason, it's a compliment.

It's all about mimosa.

When we went shopping together, it was more like taste or something, because you just picked the easiest thing that was there!

Mimosa usually chooses it as a delight! From top to bottom, I'm a dressing doll! Because my best choice is dressing.

You can't take a maid with me (Mimosa and Stellaria) to help your husband. Because if you do that, it's a ments-round of a samurai with a husband.

But well, uh. Even if all of a sudden you asked me to pick out your husband's personal clothes, what a high hurdle.

As I am solidified by my husband's sudden thoughts, there are ladies with husbands at the edge of my sight.

I can't see them from my husband because they're holding back behind him, but he's got a good smile and a small thumbs up against me. Yeah, I was inspired. Sounds fine!

"I don't know if I can help..."

reluctantly, but in reply,

"So let's have a cup of after-dinner tea in my room and have some support! Dahlia, get me some tea in my room."

"Yes, sir."

My husband was able to tell Dahlia to prepare tea right away.

On second thought, this is the first time I've entered your husband's room.

My husband always comes to my room when I have to. It's called my room or my room, because it's 'couple's bedroom' on the surface.

As I said before, there is one thing between you and your bedroom, your husband's room across his study. I'll drop you off in front of the room, but that's always it. I never went in there. Cleaning isn't under my jurisdiction.

"Go ahead."

My husband opened the door smartly and escorted me inside.

"Oh, excuse me."

While I was a little scared, stepping into my husband's room, it was a room packed in chic shades, completely different from the private room.

While I think it's behavioral suspicion, I let rarity make me wander and observe my eyes everywhere.

It's a little smaller than a private room, but it's still big enough.

Whereas my room feels bright natural, decorating flowers and placing handmade cushions, my husband's room is all in a dark brown, more soothing and calm than sinister. There are no cuteness shards either. I have the impression that it's a man's room.

The bed is smaller than the one in the private room, but still the three of them are big enough to sleep in. Oh, the bed is more luxurious than my landlord, my husband, isn't it, some smear? And aside from the fears that don't matter.

Because you looked so rare everywhere.

"Oh, Viola's never been in my room before, has she? Kill the landscape."

And I'm giggling dull.

"No, I think it's a nice, calm room, right?

"Really? Yeah, maybe next time you'll make a Viola handmade cushion or something. Only in my room (...), Viola, I don't want anything handmade."

Sir, what did you care about emphasizing 'just'? Oh, well? Because this room is the only one left untouched?

"If that's all right with you"

I'm looking forward to it.

My husband escorted me while I talked about that, and it was in front of the door behind the room that I was brought.

"Properly from this, yeah, I think I'll take a look at six or seven clothes, too."

"Ha."

Beyond the paka open door, smaller than in the private room, it was still a fine clothing room. Flashy outfits to wear for nightclubs and more, as well as clothes you usually wear, are arranged all the time. You also have the knight's uniform. Is it a wash?

It's a more eye-friendly shade than a gradient dress in my private room, but I can still choose from it...

When you're lightly on your way,

"Yes, excuse me."

"Here's your bag."

"Let's start with something small."

The samurai with her husband came into the clothing room, feeling like she was out of the way.

Shit! Shit! Nice timing!

The samurai set out, so we left the clothing room undisturbed. And this also leads me to sit back alongside my husband on the couch for the best comfort. Tea had already been prepared by Dahlia.

Watching the samurai move around tightly as they get their tea. No, the samurai with husbands still do a good job too ~. They take out the crisp things you're looking for, like night clothes and underwear, and pack them more and more. Does the difference between Mimosa and Stellaria feel like you were choosing which shoes to make, which decorations to make, seriously, but fun, while this one is pale and does the job because you don't have that much choice? Handy is the same, though, hey.

Looking at that with all that in mind, did you finish packing what you needed the whole way, or the next thing you know, the samurai s who went into her husband's choice of food.

"How about this jacket, this shirt, these pants?

"Oh, that's nice! I think so. Besides, those pants will fit your shirt."

"It just feels like it, why don't you just get this shirt out of the top and put it on?

"That's right. It's nice to feel generous."

"Boots will look great in these culottes, won't they? Wouldn't this loafer be nice when you're in these pants? Let's get you some deck shoes, too, shall we?

"I like that."

The samurai bring their clothes to me one after the other for their opinions. All I have to do is say yes to that! You're good, samurai s! It's like I'm choosing. Although I haven't chosen at all.

My husband seems to be fond of more and more determined clothes, and gracefully sipping tea listening to my conversation with the samurai without pinching her mouth.

The black travel bag for my husband was packed more and more from what I had decided.

Looks like I'm just here for tea in your husband's room.