The Resetting Lady

2007.Promptu Wedding

In fact, no answer has been given yet.

There was so little known. Karen's first feeling for her father's futile and non-concrete answers was nonsense.

But now, Karen is drunk with more different emotions than worrying.

It was a hope.

the hope of relief that can finally be obtained

There is a senior who experienced it before himself. If Catherine had really had the same experience as herself, Karen could have succeeded, too. There was another man like himself in the world. How sweet that is.

Karen sat on the Cembalo with a fresh heart and knocked on the keyboard. It's too early for anyone to come out, but it's not a time when playing prevents you from sleeping. The cool early morning air envelops the room. Playing a cheerful song for the morning, Karen talked to Tom standing next to her.

"I hope I can finally die. How happy is this?”

Karen smiled with joy and said to Tom, The boy just nods his head in silence whether he believes it or not. Karen sometimes felt sorry that Tom was dumb. I want a more interesting response, but there is a limit to what a mute boy can say. Tom just keeps his mouth shut and nods or shakes his head.

"Isn't it good for you if I die?”

“…….”

"Oh, I didn't mean to be mean.”

Holding back his laughter, Karen pressed the beat faster.

"I affirm revenge. That's how life is. It's not fair."

Who can guess his age from the boy's face? Tom looked much cleaner than when he was rolling around on that street, but I could guess what it would be like inside his mouth that wouldn't open.

And most of all, facial expressions were different. Like children in the alley, it was not the eyes drunk with the immediate misery, but the eyes of those who suffered more sophisticated pain. In fact, if you live like that for the rest of your life, you have no craving or dissatisfaction with other lives.

"Hmm…."

Shall we kill him now?

Karen calculated the date. Tom will soon die from illness. But Tom didn't fall down even though he didn't look well. That's why she's holding out pretty well, unlike in the past, when she died early.

Karen looked closely at the boy's cheeks. The expression is not good, but the body is as lively as ever. It didn't look like he was going to die right away. It's fun.

"Usually, in a development like this, if you let a child like this live, you show up for revenge."

Karen pressed hard on the keyboard.

"Are you surprised?"

Even though I can't speak, I hear a gasp of breath. Karen laughed and apologized.

"Sorry, but you look healthier than I thought. It's just amazing."

Tom answered with a look. He's nervous.

Karen played again. The song is cheerful and so is Karen's feelings.

Should I kill him? I want to kill him. I think it's okay to just kill him. She's gonna die anyway, right? But if you don't die, it'll be more fun. What would happen if we save Tom who will die after starting with Nancy's murder? Confused. Difficult. Let's save him this time and kill him next time. What would be better?

"Lady!"

My worries are broken.

"How can you come out like this without dressing up?”

"My appearance is always perfect."

"Wow… Confidence….”

Donna brought a towel soaked in warm water, looking sleepy. Karen wiped her face and lowered the lid of the keyboard.

"I guess I've been having fun lately."

"Playing?"

"Well, well."

Karen realized that she was naturally happy to think of murder again. The act was intended to be fun from the beginning, but it becomes new. Even though I heard that the answer is love, I don't want to change the principle of action.

"You have to hold it in."

"You were sick, weren't you? But you can't play at night. The countess said she was coming.”

"I know... I know.”

Damn case and development. To the workers in the book.

"You need to get ready to get ready.”

"Why do you look more excited?"

"Hehe. Yesterday, the tailor brought the clothes and they were very pretty."

"My hands are too slow to finish the day before."

I'm sure it's inevitable since it's the next suit I got after Isella. confide in one's minor grievances Donna, who doesn't know the circumstances, is excited and chattering.

"But it's really pretty."

"Okay."

"Madam, the rest of the cloth has arrived with me, can I make a ribbon?”

"You said you were dealing with Evans, but you're also thorough in that. All right. Whatever you want."

Donna left the room first with a lively thud. Would it be nice? Karen closed her eyes under the warmth of the towel that Donna gave her.

On the other side of the hall, I can hear Donna saying that she has taken a bath. Karen sighed and walked on. I don't hate dressing up, but it's also annoying to be bothered. There's a lot of other things I need to care about besides Countess. Still, I hope that there will be a lot of information to be gained in the future, just as much has been gained so far.

Karen paused, turned her head and asked.

"By the way, Tom. Did you deliver the letter to your father well?”

The boy nodded his head.

"Yes."

Karen walked back to her room.

"I heard you were sick."

Isela was waiting in front of the door.

"Isela."

The bath is going to cool down. Karen sighed openly. Isela made an impression.

"You don't look very sick."

Isela's eyebrows are wrinkled. What I don't It was the first time that the engagement ceremony was held this big. Although it was a great opportunity for Isela, Isela did not hide her discomfort towards Karen. Karen tilted her head and said hello.

"Thank you for your concern, Miss Isella."

“…….”

It's good to make people laugh.

Isela paused, but as Karen tried to leave, she hurriedly called Karen out loudly.

"Carran!"

"Yes."

Even after calling, silence continues again. He hesitates and opens his mouth again.

"Take part in my engagement."

"I don't think I'm feeling well. I'm still not feeling well."

"Are you good at playing the piano from the morning?"

"You don't need that much energy to make fun of your fingers. And it's Chembal."

"That's not the point, is it?”

Ms. Isella, your tone is getting awkward. Karen had to tighten her lips. Was it a useless attack? Karen thought about how to deal with Isella, who is arguing from the morning. I feel refreshed after a long time. It's a happy morning with hope for Karen herself, Isela. Why are you doing this when you're happy for me?

"The Countess is coming today, and you're going to be out? If it hurts like that."

"…we should get out.”

Of course, Count Elba's wife. The young wife, who has the finance minister as her husband, who is fretting over Verdick's rope, has a formidable personality as well. Isella, who identifies herself with the count's wife, is funny. Come to think of it, will he make a mistake again and reveal his own bottom line?

"It's too much to be present tonight and be out in two days.”

"Isela?"

Like this.

Karen looked at Isela with a little chills.

It would be good for you if I didn't go, so why are you acting like this?

It was Isella, who reacted nervously to Karen's eye catching. They are not friends, even if they smile and draw instruments or pictures together, or spend time drinking tea together. He is a competitor for men and a victim and perpetrator for business. At least Isela would know that much.

But why force Karen to attend? You don't want it yourself.

"Did Mr. Berdick ask for it?”

The reason why Isela doesn't want to ask is probably because of her father. He's the only one who listens to what she wants.

"No! That's what I want. Be sure to attend my engagement.”

Isela shook her head and strongly denied it, but Karen doesn't believe it.

"Sigh, I got it."

Isela squints her eyes as she gently blows her fan. Laugh inwardly.

"I'd love to have an engagement with Dulan at this time."

Oh, that's what you were thinking? Karen finally understood her idea. I know this one. This isn't Berdick's idea. Karen smiled inwardly. In this way, it is an attempt to separate her from Raymond.

But what can I do?

Karen replied with an exaggerated shrug.

"Well, I'm thinking of breaking off my engagement with Dulan."

"What?"

"That's what happened."

Isela changed her face once with a hard nosed look. It's funny.

"Seo, don't tell me... another loved one... Do you have it?"

If you say, "Yes, Lord Raymond," do you want me to rip off his hair? But Karen hasn't lost her mind to that extent yet.

"Well."

When I answer vaguely, Icella's face becomes tense.

"You're such a bad guy, aren't you?

"What the hell do we have to do with that conclusion....”

"You broke my promise!"

"Dulan agreed.”

"Yes?"

"It was decided by their parents' opinions when they didn't know anything about each other. We don't know each other very well yet.”

Karen laughed as she told a bright lie.

"Whether my father dies right now....”

Then, how will the situation turn? If you're already dead.

"I'm not doing it, but I want to go to the city like Isella. Last time, you said Miss Isella would take you home, right? Opera house in the capital city.”

Isela showed that the color of a person's face can change so much.

"See you later, Isela. I have to get my makeup done, too.

***

The decoration came off nicely.

"I heard you're not feeling well."

"…yes. I'm still a little tired."

Would it be okay to lose to Isela at least once? You never know. That friendship is true love.

Karen thought so as she looked aside at Isela. Of course not now. Karen did her best to look more pitiful. To make the face paler, the corset was tightened and the chalk was a ton brighter than usual, the color of the lips was killed, and the color of the eyes was slightly darker, creating an image of a sick man.

"…you look fine in the morning… You were…."

Isela's expression is funny, so Karen leans toward Raymond. Naturally, he was given a Karen.

"Cough cough."

"Are you all right?"

Of course, he is a fake patient. On the other side, Dulan grits his teeth with a crazy look. Karen lifted her fist slightly. get the hell out

Bowen came into the hall with the lord and shouted.

"The Countess has arrived!"

Karen approached her father and whispered quietly.

"Have you thought about my letter?”

The lord's face turned to earth. It was curious that Karen was even closer to her father.

"Didn't you see it?"

"I saw it. I prepared it...But I don't understand you."

The lord took off his hat and whispered quietly, waiting for the count's wife to come in. My fingertips were shaking a little.

"Why do you want my death?"