The Marquess’s Amnesia

My husband asked me to join him for dinner before I went to the bazaar for the weekend.

The manners of the meal have improved thanks to Elsa and Arthur, but it still makes me nervous to be with my husband. I've always been so bad at eating.

Elsa blues with nervousness as dinner time approaches and says to me, "Shall I say no soon?" He cared, "but at the corner, that husband invited me to dinner, and I excited myself because it would be a one-time thing.

My husband must have been interested in me because he has amnesia and is careful. I found my own answer after that, saying that my wife would be classified as a family. And I said to my husband, "Please tell me what it is," so it's wrong to refuse my husband to rely on me.

Elsa dresses me in the dress that Elsa prepared for me and Elsa carefully combs my hair sitting in front of the dresser and ties it beautifully.

"Your wife's hair is really glossy and beautiful. It's my pleasure to take care of you every day."

Elsa said as she combed my hair with a pair of hands that I could tell you cared for me as if I were combing silk thread.

"Oh, thank you very much."

Embarrassed by the compliments that seemed a waste to me, I bowed my face a little in gratitude for the quick words. I heard a small voice from above laughing furiously at the prospect of anything, Elsa.

When I was at home, there was no one to take care of me, so I was all about myself.

But until I came to the Marquis house, I had nothing to do with the murder weapon called Corset, no, lady's pride, so now I have Elsa's hand. I can't wear a corset that ties the strings in the back by itself, so I'm wearing my own absolutely impermeable schmies before Elsa tightens the corset and dresses me up. Other than that, Elsa will take care of your skin and your hair. Skin care is always on your face thanks to Elsa.

Tonight's dress is a modest pale pink. It's a simple A-line dress, but it's adorable with subtle laces and ribbons.

When I was at my parents' house, I wore a dress for my sister or my mother's back, but it was stained, torn, and not the right size, so I was very happy with the many beautiful dresses that were the perfect size for me when I came to my wife.

This dress is one of the dresses that the Marquis had prepared for me because a few dresses in the back of my sister I brought from my parents were all made right with Elsa's suggestion to "disassemble it, cut it off, make something and sell it in a bazaar".

Elsa has told me several times this past year to tailor a new dress, but it's unnecessary because we had ten dresses ready for spring, summer, autumn and winter. Not even out of the mansion. It's a useless long thing for me.

Instead, they're entertaining themselves with just a few hands on the dress and doing their own embroidery and arrangements.

It was done, and when I was called out and opened my eyes, I was beautifully make-up in the mirror, and there was me dressed. I don't think so, but this dress is adorable.

"Thank you, Elsa"

No, Elsa replied with a laugh, but when she looks straight at me, she observes me in the mirror with a shiver.

"... Ma'am, that Park Min-Jen Gohon, I'm having dinner with my husband, so why don't you ask for some accessories? Maybe you'll need it from now on."

"That kind of thing doesn't go to nightclubs or tea parties, which I don't need."

"But at least as decorative as hair..."

"No, the Marquis' money can't be spent on that, because it belongs to your husband, and it's important money that all the inhabitants worked with sweat"

Elsa seemed kind of dissapointed when I gave it back. Elsa often tells me not to buy dresses and jewels, but I always refuse to spend her husband's money on that because I have no body to do so. Because there is so much thickness in wanting a decorative wife. And more importantly, my husband has already paid me 30 million lil for this, so I can't waste it extra.

"But with earrings and necklaces, you could perfectly create the beauty of your wife's goddess... oh, so why don't you ask for a wedding ring? I think we need this because we're a couple."

To Elsa's words I dropped my gaze on my left hand.

My fingers are empty. Elsa's fingers are empty, too, but she hangs a ring through a thin chain around her neck at work. The silver ring, which I showed you before but which was simple, had a message to Elsa carved inside. Too bad Elsa didn't know what it said because she was shy and hid it right away.

I'm sixteen, too, who I've had some dreams about. Not that I don't have any admiration for that, but I think that a wedding ring is something that couples who love each other like Elsa and Mr. Frederick can wear. It was when I was at home that I learned of the existence of something called a wedding ring. Cedric taught me. One day you'll give it to your sister, when Cedric was five. My sister and brother can't get married. I made them cry, but it's a very soft and warm memory.

I remembered another event at that time and accidentally zeroed my grin as I looked at the drug finger with nothing. Elsa tilts her neck at me for suddenly laughing.

"Your wife?"

"Well, once upon a time, Cedric told me he was going to give me a wedding ring."

"Master Cedric?

"Yes. Apparently he taught me something called marriage, and he proposed to me even though he was very nervous. Because you can't marry me, I cried when I said, but I couldn't seem to give up. Later, he gave me a ring made of flowers. I floated in the water and snuck into my room for a while, but every time I saw it, I felt happy."

"Well, you're adorable"

"I rarely cry, so I was surprised when they cried. But when I meant it as that kid, I was glad. I never dreamed you'd ask me to marry you, so you took my hand and asked me to marry you like a prince on one knee."

It may be my sister's eyes, but I gave it to her in a small voice. Elsa, who was hearing me, laughed and said, "That's lovely."

"I have a brother, but he's not cute either."

Elsa flaunts her shoulders.

Elsa says she has a brother my age. Your brother has never met you because you are going with your mother to the mansion in the territory where your husband's family is located, not this mansion in the Wang capital. Elsa's mother says she's her husband's mother's maid of honor.

"But Elsa's looking forward to hearing from your brother, too, isn't she?

"... I'm looking for a souvenir to be sent with me"

Puta Elsa turned that way. Don't tell me that Elsa's ears are only slightly red, which you can see over the dresser's foresight, but when I say it, it gets stubborn. Elsa, sometimes, but not honestly, had a crush on Frederick when he used to say, "This would be a cute place."

I overheard Conn and Knock.

"Ma'am, dinner's in order, so go to the dining room, please. My husband is waiting for you."

What I heard was the voice of the maid Melissa. Elsa went to the door and replied, so I also stand up with the white gloves fitted to the elbows that were provided.

"Ma'am, are you sure you're okay? Not much complexion..."

She's back. Elsa peeks into my face as she lowers her eyebrows worryingly. I gave it back, laughing the best I could.

"It's okay. Because Elsa and Arthur taught me. Besides, my husband is waiting for me, so I can't go. The chefs will be putting more on your arms."

Elsa wanted to say something, but she took my will and convinced me.

And with Elsa I turned my back to the dining room.

Usually it's a long time since I'm dining in my room. Dining is enough to use when teaching Mr. Arthur how to eat. The Marquis dining room is very spacious and has a long table where twenty people are likely to sit. The left and right walls are decorated with lovely paintings.

As the dining approached, I got nervous again. My heart gets beat and loud and seeps into my forehead until I sweat cold. The corset is always loose, but today you are loosening my health even more, but I have no heart or breath.

"Ma'am, are you okay?

Elsa noticed my anomaly stopped my leg and my leg stopped naturally as well.

"... that's okay. Elsa cleaned me up, and Elsa and Arthur gave me a pass for dinner manners."

"Your wife is the perfect lady from wherever she eats. I guarantee it."

Elsa stroked my back softly, affirming the spinning words as she told herself.

Shouldn't I have stopped my leg? I shook it up to my hand and held it beside my body to delude it. I tried to calm my mind, took a deep breath and closed my eyes, and it was only a short while before I realized it was a mistake.

I saw your stepmother's swinging whip behind her lid.

"Geez."

Even though I knew it was an illusion, it sounded to my ears like the rest of the HR that a sharp pain ran in the back of my hand and a small scream leaked out of my mouth.

"Ma'am, let's still go back to your room and rest, your complexion is white"

"No, no!

I shouted screamingly and I shook my neck sideways.

"Oh, my stepmother, I need to protect you... for worse!

You can hear Elsa calling me in the distance like she was in a hurry.

Instead, behind my lid, my stepmother's red red ridden lips painted a loose arc just around the corner.

"Tonight is the night you eat well, right? If I zero a drop of soup, I'll whip it and skip the meal for the time being. '

I heard my stepmother, who could not be here to undo Elsa's voice, and I blocked my ears with both hands to refuse it.

'You really suck at eating. It's not ugly.'

'I just feel bad watching you. Even dogs are better.'

"Can't you even do this, apprentice Margaret a little bit?"

I even heard my sister and father, not just my stepmother, even though I was blocking my ears. Behind his lid, your father stood up with a whip in one hand. The whip of your father, a man, hurts many times more than your stepmother or sister.

I tried to escape with selflessness, but I couldn't escape with my arm grabbed by my powerful hand. I can't breathe as if I were at the bottom of deep water, and my body doesn't move as much as it thinks.

"Oh, Father... please, forgive me... eh"

I always tried so hard to ask for forgiveness. Still, your father couldn't forgive me for once. Your father shook up the whip today, laughing in a nitwit. I ate my teeth and waited for pain. But the burning pain that ripped my skin never came, and instead I heard a low and powerful voice calling me.

"Liliana!"

My consciousness was drawn back into reality to that voice that clearly echoed in my tympanic membrane, slowly opening my lid, which was no longer open.

There was a husband's face in front of me. Its righteous face was distorted worryingly, and beyond her husband's shoulders, Mr. Arthur and Mr. Frederick, the other servants looked the same. If you look at the other side, Elsa still looks like she's going to cry.

What kind of people are you when you don't have to pity me for something like this?

It's okay, I want to tell you, but my tongue doesn't move well. On the contrary, you can see the ceiling beyond Mr. Arthur, and I have also noticed that I have no power at all over my feet. But I didn't know why.

"Liliana, I will never let you down, so let yourself go"

I felt my body float when my husband told me so. I had a powerful plush on my back and legs and smelled fluffy and my husband's refreshing cologne. I'm kind of terribly relieved that's all, and my body's losing its power on its own that it's okay now.

"It's okay, it's okay, Liliana"

I did feel the words uttered in a whispering, trembling voice fading into my mind somehow.