The following afternoon, a carriage arrived with a lady in it at the Count Del Vancoule residence.
- First of all, Froebel and Del Vancoule are neighborhoods, and walking is quite a walk away. But there shall be no noble women, nor travel by their own feet. Even if she's the daughter of a tiny middle-class Viscount. It is a secret that Mariel frequently wanders out to the city by herself, dressed like a town daughter. He boarded the carriage prepared at the Frober family with the samurai, how upstream the lady seemed, and came often.
The carriage has a beautiful curve, a coupe for two. The gold decoration is gorgeous on the rosy body. The door part depicts a beautiful painting of flowers, which can be seen at a glance as a carriage built for women to ride. This is exclusively for Mrs. Estelle, the mistress, since all the children of the Frober family are boys. Of course, the Frober family owned many other carriages, and other families would have trouble if someone occupied them, like Mariel's house, never happened.
It's obvious from the famous ladies, but it's a luxury. Finally, this is not the only carriage dedicated to Madame. There was another cabriolet with no roof. Today is a day visit, so if it's a warm season, I've been using it there. These luxuries will soon become Mariel's, but I can't really feel them at the moment. I couldn't calm down until the borrowed carriage on my borrowed dress was completely unworthy of me.
"I hope you're okay..."
After going through the gate, we go quite a distance and finally reach the carriage spin in front of the front door. The man who stopped the horse comes to open the door. The front door visible behind it had already been opened and the servants of the Del Vancoule family had appeared.
"Don't worry, it's very beautiful. There's no mistake in making your wife look good."
Marianne, who has accompanied me from the Frober family, encourages me. Serving as Mrs. Estelle's maid of honor, she got off the carriage first, as she was accustomed to. With the help of her and her servants, Mariel is about to go outside. For some reason, the stairs for boarding and disembarking, however splendid the carriage, are small and unstable. Is it because fitting something too solid makes it look bad? Then I wish they would prepare it even on the stepping stone.
Marianne quickly fixes Mariel's dress, which she got off safely without stepping off. Mariel briefly thanked the two of them and proceeded to the front door waiting to be picked up.
"Hello, I've been invited"
Madame Estelle told me that the servant should have more and more tung, but I don't like that kind of Marielle. I just took care not to get too well and greeted him brightly. Marianne offers an invitation from next to it. The confirming butler finally greeted Mariel into the mansion.
"Welcome aboard. Lord, I've been waiting for you. Please, come in."
He will lead us into the mansion. Marianne is just inside, waiting in the servant's holding room. Encouraged by her hard work, Mariel went to one of her enemies.
- I feel the walls are cleaner than when I was previously invited to a night club. Not only does it feel that way because of the bright daylight, but it seems to have been repaired quite dramatically. They also changed the painting to decorate it. Yes, but it wasn't the landscape paintings that used to be put here, it was the portraits of the obnoxious ancestors. I also remember the vase there as if it were baked goods passed down from the East. I wonder why I changed it when it was calmer and nicer before. Or maybe I accidentally cracked it while cleaning? If so, it's a waste.
And so on, Mariel was secretly turning her gaze around, looking at him like she didn't even think about it on the surface. Whatever the purpose you're here for, it's the learniness of a writer who does the interview. I walked through the ambiguities of other houses I didn't normally see, drawing them firmly into my brain.
Going a long way back, I thought once I went outside, I was walked through a garden that stretched out behind the mansion. Surrounded by a garden of flowers, there are small detachments. Small and luxurious construction. The tea party was held in a small palatial design building.
Fewer participants than expected. Looking at it like a salon from the garden, Mariel finds it surprising. Sabine, Countess of Del Vancoule, and her last daughter Marguerite, plus about four young ladies her age. There he was in a state where his eldest son, Asil, would circle at a black dot.
To see that Marguerite's friends are invited…, so is the face rash that doesn't apply. I wonder if this is an acyl pageant. They are a little older than Mariel, so they are just right for Achill's opponents. It matches age as well as personality. Of course everyone hasn't decided who you're dealing with yet.
So you're attending a tea party full of women by yourself? I guess I was ordered by my mother, not voluntarily.
- It was Mariel who would observe and spot things like that during a dozen counts. All those who are not in a friendship, who have never spoken or hardly spoken, know the names and qualities of everyone and need no introduction. I'm just doing it with an extended hobby, but this observational eye and information-gathering power was one of Mariel's extraordinary talents. As much as Prince Wang says he wants to subordinate himself to half the joke, he is also capable of not taking a crack at a tight intelligence agent. Although she is a Viscount Lady, she is not solicited, but she was highly regarded by some facades without her knowledge.
Well, why was Mariel invited to a tea party for such a pageant?
Understanding the situation deepened the mystery at the same time. Think about it normally, and whatever Mariel does around here is nothing but intrusive. You can't be an acyl opponent, and you can't rely on personnel to boost the place. Instead, it creates an awkward air, the anticipation was centered when he walked away and exchanged greetings with the organizers.
"Welcome, Mr. Mariel. Thank you for taking the time to come."
Looking like the back of a decent house, Mrs. Sabine lovingly welcomed Mariel. But I can see in the atmosphere that you're not welcome. It was obvious that she and the daughters who held back the question of why she had this daughter.
It doesn't look like we've all been waiting for Mariel to snore. If you do, is it Asil's presence that invited Mariel? Maybe the ladies were informed just before. Mariel knew she was an uninvited guest when she quickly and snuck up on the number of seats and tea utensils available.
... Now, how did you receive this?
If it was Marguerite, not Asyll, who applied this situation, I am still not convinced. Women who do such shady bullying are unfortunately not uncommon. But a fine man - it may be prejudicial, but I was not convinced that enough men to stick up with Simeon would call on a little girl like Mariel.
If you take a good look at Ashir, the young man of the Sprinkler looks at Mariel in a good mood. There seemed to be no malice towards Mariel in the hazelnut eyes visible from the longer forehead.
Despite her inner neck, Mariel mowed gracefully without putting it on her face. Break your knees quietly in your skirt and sink gently into your body. Your hands meet gently in front of your hips, not to shake your torso too much, but only slightly forward to show respect for your opponent. A upstream daughter would naturally have to do it, Cartesy - this was Mariel, who wasn't good at first. I did fine to keep up with Piocon and bounce, and the teachers scolded me all the time. Mrs. Estelle snubbed me last night. It makes no sense to fail in this production, so show off your graceful uncle diligently. That seemed to reach a point, and there was no reaction from the women around them to mock it.
"Good day. Thank you for inviting me. I've never been close to you, but I was wondering if I should interrupt, but it was an invitation, so I enjoyed it."
I smile and greet him with a bright voice. I was careful not to get too well here. Anyway, Mariel just couldn't be put out if she was feeling too well, so I'll try to disagree with that. To a person who didn't know her well, she looked like a daughter-in-law who was quiet but had no shame. It's not like the bell rings, but the higher voice is familiar to the ear. Whoever saw it was the daughter of an impeccable, well-behaved good house.
Who would know that this is the odd daughter who talks about adoration every day and wields her fiancée, etc. It was Mariel who would wear a cat perfectly if she cared about it. And I say what I say while pretending to be modest. I firmly emphasised that I had come because I had been invited from there, and went on to say more.
"This is the first time you've let me through to this detachment. It's like a small palace, it's a nice building. Your garden was just as beautiful, and it was worth the trip just because you saw this. That's the Count Del Vancoule family, shall I say? We've just gotten so far already, we're fully satisfied."
If there was a mistake and it was an unscheduled participation, you can go home now. That's what you should say if you're interrupting.
The intent to go beyond words would have been communicated to the other party as well. That's where we have to be perceived as nobles. Mariel's reading of the air of the field, and his wrapping in praise and pointing it out softly, was a response that nobles would have been able to take for granted. Totally annoying and careful story, but not so bitter around it Mariel. The fact that her head was spinning fast and unexpectedly gall was her undisputed advantage. Often it rushes in the direction of the day after tomorrow, so I can't honestly praise Simeon for having to chase him and protect him.
"Well, if you like it, more than anything."
Mrs. Sabine worked her head busily as we talked. Mariel is a disturbing bug indeed, but it would be too disrespectful to say so and drive him back. It is here that my son sent an official invitation, albeit on his own initiative. Even though the other person was a nasty little girl, it must have been a gesture of being questioned about the character of the organizer.
Besides, Mariel is set to dowry in that (...) Earl of Froebel house. I'm not the one who can do it.
The lady instructed the woman she had refrained from, with her gaze. It is a red disgrace on the part of the organizers, for example, that there is no place to invite them in and sit. While the servants were in a great hurry to prepare their seats, they summoned their daughter over time.
"Marguerite, come and say hello to me, too. I guess we haven't had much to talk about before, have we? Because of this opportunity, we need you to remember your face and get along."
No, I know your face, your voice, and finally your hobby, the type of man you prefer, etc. One way or another, it's on me that people don't remember. It's part of a landscape that's inexorably thin.
Hiding beneath a modest smile, Mariel crumbles inside. Marguerite, still young, seemed not to care as much about her physique as her mother, and let her mouth squint for a moment dissatisfied. Her expression said why should I bother to take a seat and say hello to such an understated woman?
My mother taunts me and I take a seat. He came all the way to Mariel, who was waiting for him to pretend not to notice, and he mowed gracefully to show off. Looks like Mariel's uncle was just doing well earlier and bought the opposite.
"Good day, Mariel. I didn't know you were here today, so I was surprised."
Three years older than Mariel, she was a big beauty very similar to her mother. The overall makeup of the face is also very shaky, but it does not give a nasty impression and gives an intense color fragrance. Yes, he's in great shape too. There is a presence both vertically and horizontally, and the gaze is drawn to the chest that seems to rip away. She was also a mother and daughter who looked just like her where she was blessed with abundant physical beauty.
Marguerite's eyes overlooking Mariel were winning. A little fuzzy is better regarded in Lagrange than too thin. Her arms and hips are thin and her chest is crisp, like a dead branch if she's with her. The dress chosen by Mrs. Estelle also had to focus on her chest.
"That dress is very nice. A clear little flower pattern suits you well."
I hear voices I'm not supposed to hear that flashy patterns don't suit plain women. Yeah, right, and Mariel agreed not to speak up either. That is also what Mrs Estelle has just told me. It was this one that Mariel chose from dresses that filled the costume room when it was clear and elegant to attack each person with the right colors and patterns.
"The colors are right for the season, and it's a perfect outfit for a tea party.... but hey? It's strange that I look so familiar in that dress."
Oh, and Mariel cheered small inside. Here we are, I've been waiting for this. Pretend to smile and switch to nagging disgust. The attack from Marguerite tickled my adorable heart as I was clapping away at Mrs. Sabine's loving qualities.
"Though I make it more adorable with more decorations... that's not a dress worn by older people? It's like someone was calling in last year."
This, and Mrs. Sabine scolds in a whisper. Using it the other way around, Marguerite went on to attack.
"Oh, I'm sorry? My mistake. There's no way you'd be more invulnerable to a dress than having to borrow it from someone else to marry the Frober family. Hey?
- Oh, great.
Adoration and tremor come up from the depths of your body. Mariel had to work hard to keep it off the surface. You deserve a colorful beauty, you snuggle! If you compare it to a flower, it's like a pigeon. Sweet and strong aroma in that indescribably neat shade, like white and not white. Will Marguerite jerk off with plain flowers she doesn't deserve? But I think it's perfect.
Miss Aurelia of the Marquis Cavegnac family, to which Mariel adheres, is also a beautiful woman reminiscent of flowers. If Marguerite is a pigeon, she is a rose of gold. A large circle of flowers that claim to exist more than anything else, besides being stabbed when overflowed. But the petals are delicately soft, hiding occasions behind multiple overlaps.
Mariel's breasts were just pounding, each to a different beauty of fun. Disgust? What is that? It only serves as an increasingly adorable fuel. Wouldn't it be great to hate the snuggly beauty!
- Nevertheless, I can't just be happy in silence. Mariel nodded with a smile.
"That's Master Marguerite. One of the most iconic floral figures in the social world, well aware. Yeah, Master Estelle gave me this dress. Because I was spilling that I didn't have the right dress for this ring."
And here I look down at the hand I put together in front of my chest. The left hand pharmacopoeia glows with the engagement ring given to it by Simeon. Of course, you would have noticed by the way, but Marguerite's mouth creaked with boast.
"Master Simeon is very kind and honest with me, but to be honest, he's just a little bit... oblivious to the woman's circumstances. I guess they thought an engagement ring would have to be a fine one. They didn't really care about the suitability or anything like that, and they gave it to me."
Giri, and I also found out that she grabbed her back teeth. I'm afraid of the sight that's going to kill me, but I can't wait. Beauty is beautiful even when angry, and only becomes more powerful.
"I'm glad you feel like it, but I'm in trouble. As you know, my house is a prudent life with no wealth at all. When prepared to suit the Frovel family's character, at quite a strain. I didn't really want my father to force me, so I honestly talked to Estelle. Sooner or later you will be my mother-in-law (ha), so I thought I would rely on you weirdly. Master Estelle has been so intimate that she ordered new dresses from Madame Perazi and gave away her own jewels and costumes. You deliberately re-tailored this dress to suit me because it's a fashionable design."
- And it was Mrs Estelle who coached me to say it. but Mariel herself knew it would be an effective method of warfare.
We know that Mariel is a middle-class daughter who doesn't even fit into the number of things. Hard work and pretending doesn't make the ring look good. Before they use it as an offensive material, they admit it with dignity. In time, I impress you as adored by Mrs. Estelle. If your dress is a sign of your love, you can't make fun of it.
Exactly the battle of women. It was Mariel who was excited while hiding her inner self. Disgusting and well-deserved rewards are familiar among the novels. Hmm, a heroine of thin bliss just to be bullied would be good, but sometimes a strong heroine that works perfectly with suppression would be good.
The fact that Marguerite was after Simeon was one of the reasons this operation was decided. He's the perfect match for age, personality and appearance. Prior to her engagement to Mariel, Marguerite was considered the most prominent candidate. It was only natural for her to hate Mariel and attack him, which is why earlier returns unleashed power.
Mariel laughs bitterly when it's a nasty method of warfare while I'm at it. I apologized under my smile saying I was sorry, but Simeon also thought I couldn't give in. I didn't have to know when I was just engaged, and now I can't think of a future other than marrying him.
"Oh well, we're not that close now. Yeah, he moaned that he lacked glamour because he was full of boys, so I guess he's happy to have a righteous daughter to enjoy fashion with."
Marguerite's silent gap, hurried Mrs. Sabine said. There will be a lot of thoughts inside with her, but now I have to protect the air of the field as the organizer of the tea party. Anyway, the famous ladies are watching this.
There, finally, the hitting came with his hips up. Teng himself, Ashir, who dragged Mariel into the scene, pushed his sister away and advanced.
"Welcome, Miss Mariel. I'm glad you came despite the sudden invitation. Come on, let's sit down without standing forever. Let's just chill out and enjoy the tea."
Escort to your seat by taking your hand before Mariel answers. It was a gesture I was accustomed to following by accident. What lies ahead is gorgeous beauty. He was a person with a sweet atmosphere, as opposed to Rin and rigid Simeon.
Mariel is taken to a seat set up in a great hurry by the competent servants of the Del Vancoule family. As I greeted the other ladies softly, I lowered my back to the chair that Asil pulled for me and noticed where I had lived correctly.
- Why this seat?
The seat reserved for Mariel was right next to Asil.
Seat next to the same table, apart from the matchmaker's ladies.
Surprised by the surroundings. And it wasn't long before the confusion took to anger and changed. I am shocked by the gaze that pierces me from all over, and my servant Mariel also sweats cold. I glanced at Asil wondering what the hell he was thinking and hit the hazelnut eyes staring at this one.
Again, I don't feel malicious there. I guess I figured out what the consequences of this placement would be, and that's why I didn't let the mean thoughts of falling for Mariel peep.
Only curiosity and mischievous minds float in my eyes looking back at Mariel with a laugh of fun. I have no eyes on the other ladies, only Mariel is staring. Perhaps it wasn't a boast that I felt like I was about to dictate Mariel.
- Yes?
It was Mariel who faced a completely different situation than she had expected and unexpectedly forgot her loving smile.