Can Someone Please Explain This Situation

Here we are. The Argentea family.

As I thought last time, it's a fine mansion after all. The River Whale, which flows through the site, is filled with water and beautifully brilliant reflecting the bonfire that was burned there.

Not as good as the Duke's (of which), but I still can't help but think it's a splendid mansion.

The carriage carrying us quietly stopped by the car and the door was opened by the family of the Argentea family.

My father-in-law came down first and gently escorts my mother-in-law. I decided I didn't see it all huggable. I don't really want you to snuggle around in front of my wife because I have trouble doing things with my eyes. Your husband is through like there's nothing to it, because it's a familiar landscape.

When I have a distant eye for my stepfather's loving mother,

Let's go.

And my husband has spoken.

"Ah, yes!

If you notice, my husband has already left his seat standing outside, but I stood up in a hurry because I left him sitting in a pompous position.

My husband reaches out from the outside, so I took it and went outside. And hold hands naturally as it is, escort us version complete. I didn't really like escorts that held my hips in the first place or escorts that put my arms together (because then they stick together!), because holding hands is tighter. By the way, in the Fleur Kingdom social world, this is ok too because the escort is not shaped differently. Hand ties stick together or away, feel at ease of distance, convenient.

Going forward, my stepmother is an escort with a waist to the standard. But that's surprisingly hard to walk, isn't it? It's hard if you don't walk as fast as you do with stride or something.

Well, I generally don't have a problem with it because a man fits a woman. But if you don't know what you're thinking, I'm worried about you. In my case, I feel pushed. Oh, of course my husband didn't push it or anything. I don't feel like they're taking me to a social place.

In that regard, you two going forward don't feel that way at all. I can see from behind that feeling that love flirting, father-in-law is in step with mother-in-law and mother-in-law has full confidence in her father-in-law's arm.

And we follow those two hands behind each other.

I think it's funny because holding hands can change a lot of the distance between us.

Slow down a little and your hands will reach out and the distance between you two will open, like you'll be pulled. You're in line mode. Line up next to each other when you're at the same pace. This feels reciprocal! And if you walk faster than your husband, it feels like I'm pulling your husband. "Hola, you! I'll be right there! Does it feel like," Wait a minute. "

I feel different depending on where I stand, I knew it was funny.

When I try to change my pace and enjoy what a connected hand will look like,

"What are you doing just now"

My husband looked at me at some point and laughed bitterly.

"Oh, I was trying to change my pace a little bit"

"Go behind or before...... well, I hope it sounds fun"

"Were you watching?

"I've been watching you"

You've also been seen nibbling on your own. Ha. Let's laugh and delude ourselves because we're embarrassed.

When I laughed nicely, my husband laughed nicely, too.

"If you do that, you'll lose your hand."

With that said, I've reconnected in a way that involves my fingers. Oh, I'm so disappointed.

And I lined up next door again, and I walked out.

My father-in-law found us following him with our hands together,

"Is that it? Did you change the style of your escort?

And I asked my husband.

"Yeah, because Vee says it's better this way."

It's connected. My husband is answering as I lift my hands a little and show them to my father-in-law.

"I don't really see the style, but I guess we should just get along"

"Oh, really! It feels good to be" the two of us "!"

The two of you smiled delightfully, admittedly, but the same line as your mother-in-law, like your husband said.

When I was guided to a party venue, fewer people than I thought. Like a royal palace night club, I didn't think all the nobles in the country were coming, but I still assumed it was about the same size. That's what happened last time.

I wonder what happened to the Argentea family night club.

As I wonder and look at the venue,

"Because I'm not calling so many invitees this time. I guess Viola can relax because it's a party full of minded people."

and my husband whispered to me in his ear.

You can't relax first, Mr. Naniittendesca.... Sorry, I was stuck by accident.

No, no, no, it's a pretty good number of people just for the minded, right? Just saying there are fewer people than the last night club. That's right, superior aristocrats!

First, we went to greet the host of the evening, the Duke of Argentea and his wife, to talk a little bit, and then we headed to the party floor. My father-in-law and my mother-in-law are going to talk to the Dukes of Argentea as they are, so we figured it out on the spot.

"What do we do first? Do you want to dance? Or would you like to greet me?

My husband listened as I held hands and proceeded on the floor.

Uh-huh. I don't know if I'm going to grab a snack by arranging for a seat early in my arrival, or why I'm going to grab you by the look (mainly older wives) and blossom into the story.

More than that. Today I came as determined as possible to advertise this' Viola Sapphire 'tower! Yeah, half-baked. Anything?

I have to stand out today to raise awareness of Viola Sapphire! Wow, that's the opposite of the usual me. I'm so brave. The usual me would be a straight line between the walls. Or the art of hiding tree leaves in a discreet place.

If it's an existential appeal, it's still greeting, isn't it? I don't know what kind of person is coming today, so would it be a good idea to give a warm welcome and see what the venue looks like for now?

"In the meantime, shall I say hello to all of you? We have also reported your husband's transfer."

When I tell my husband the result of thinking wisely and without a lot,

"Right. First, do you want to show them off in a friendly manner?"

Niyali. My husband smiled (?) And I answered.... Showing off Viola Sapphire, right?

Now who shall I say hello from? Soon as I thought about it, I came to say hello from the other side one after the other.

Oh, this is the Earl of Crocus, isn't he? I always take care of my lady. Oh, isn't that the Marquis of Sanguinea? Iris' father's. Could you have gained a little more weight than a portrait...... oh! My face and name match if I do!! This is because of that "latest edition of the Noble Yearbook/with portraits" right?!

Whoa. Thanks Lotus! Thanks to that book, I know who I am! Let's worship Lotus first when we get home.

That's exactly what you're looking at.

But unfortunately, the ladies and son warrants are the same as before. Friendship range, because it is extremely narrow.

We will be talking about Viola Sapphire shortly as we talk about her husband's inauguration as Deputy Commander of Kingsguard. We're not talking about this, are we? They're swinging from the other side!

My husband even showed me the matching ring as well as the decorations I'm wearing. I'm a little embarrassed, though, to raise awareness.

It's us stopping here and there, wandering around the venue with greetings.

"Look, everyone around you is paying attention to Viola."

My husband says so, but I'm sure it's not.

First you pay attention to your husband, then you just have eyes on my lovely sapphire. My husband's sparkling aesthetic aura doesn't hamper me wherever I am in the first place, so it stands out when I'm with Konocht. Haha, I was losing it. Why don't you just let your husband be the advertising tower?... Ya, there's no rushing!

"You're looking at my husband, not me, I'm sure."

"That's not true. Even though Viola is the nicest, prettiest and brightest in this venue."

Woohoo!! My husband whispered in his ear that he was sweet, so I couldn't help but notice. Abuuuuuuuuuu.

Really, I don't know because you're sassy about this without changing your complexion.

"That's not true. You're all so wonderful."

Sweet words are heard in half, and I glance over the venue.

You seem to be a lot younger today because of your mind.

"I would like to see the publication of the Noble Yearbook and Portrait of the Family published."

"Huh? What are you saying all of a sudden?

My husband is Kyoton to my statement with no context whatsoever.

"No, because I read through the aristocratic yearbook that arrived at us during this time, and now that I know the face and name of the aristocrats here, I really wanted you to include a family portrait. Sometimes you don't know the face of your family, even if you do, do you?

"Oh, I see. Then I'll tell you when I see Celestia later. Indeed, today, many sons and daughters are invited."

"Oh, really?

I wonder why? Because it's just a party for someone with a heart?

Now on the contrary, when I am Kyoton,

"We're also sorting Miss Barbena's opponents, so this evening's party is..."

My husband, who laughed softly, whispered in his ear.

"Huh? Is that Master Barbena's opponent?

She's the next Duke's lady after us, isn't she enough to sweep and throw that away? Besides, isn't it more like this party being officially brought in as a fringe?

"Yes. The fringe is brought in one after the other, but they refuse to like any of Miss Barbena, and finally your father, who boiled the business, says, 'Then choose directly! Like,' you know."

"Ahhh..."

The argument of Argentea father and son could be imagined in an instant.

My husband seemed the same way, and it was us who snuck eyes and laughed bitterly.

But such a fine night club in a wedding... A first-class nobleman is a big deal to do!