The Resetting Lady

"You watch your mouth, don't you?"”

Donna pouting her mouth and angry at Jane.

You're working very hard, too. Among the maids in Berdick's villa, it was clear that the maids under Karen, including Donna and Sarah, were being beaten here and there. As it was, maids don't have to come to the Evans family.

Karen felt a little responsibility and guilt. The male servants went to Duran's ministry, but most of the maids were cut off and some of the maids close to Karen were re-employed by the Evans family. However, it is obvious that they are over-employees, so they are being treated with a sense of humorously.

"Are you a maid brought from your family?"

The steward asked without looking at Donna's face. There's no way he doesn't know, but he pretends not to know. It's been a while since I came here, but it's childish.

"Yes."

"That's the most frivolous woman I've ever seen. That's not the kind of girl you're supposed to be."

Donna's face turns red.

"…what, what? Hey!"

"Stop, stop."

Karen sighed and waved her hand. I'm so tired. Seriously, if you focused on one story at a time. Raymond alone had a headache enough, but it was a no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no to get involved And there was nothing she could do.

"Lady!"

Donna's face is burning red.

"I'm really sleepy to death. Don't wake me up until Lord Raymond comes. You really shouldn't be tired today."

But the manager rubbed his mouth.

"But Miss Evans, after this time, Miss Evans... So, you really need to go take care of Evans?”

Donna shouted nervously.

"Let Lady Karen rest a little. I'll tell the housekeeper!"

She is a model maid. But I know her cry is of little use. I want to give him more money, but Karen didn't have the money she could hold. It's all Verdick's. Do you want some money after this? Come to think of it, what happened to Donna so far?

"…Miss Evans. I don't think I have the knowledge to nurse her. And the owner said that Karen Evans must do it.”

Karen sighed and took off her gown. And they wore clothes made of coarse cloth worn by maidens. I'll wear a fancy dress again at night, but not now.

"…yes."

All of you die.

***

"I wonder what you're going to show me.”

"You should compliment the dress first."

"I admire your eye every day."

In fact, it was the experts who put it on. Karen was out of her mind to choose.

"Just the dress?"

Raymond's eyebrows wriggle. His face was difficult whether he was holding back laughter or anger. You have to act like a lover. Donna's face looks like she's getting goosebumps. To make the audience feel better.

Raymond raised Karen's hand and kissed her.

"Beautiful. I'd like to say... as usual, but you look very tired.”

"…really? Donna."

Donna, who is similarly tired, quickly hands over the item. Although it is no wonder that it is romantic, I am now very tired of working. You don't think you'really? Karen knows she must be beautiful. It's okay for a maid to look ugly, but the biggest weapon for her is her face. Not at all, not a lot. Are you saying that you are black under your eyes and your makeup is open?

"Here you go, miss."

Karen pulled out her hand mirror in a hurry and looked at it. The makeup was perfect. The best experts in the country stick to each other every day. There wasn't much trouble. Karen knew how to objectify her appearance. It was as bright as ever.

What's the matter with you? Karen talks a little apologetic when she stares at Raymond with a irritated face.

"It's not a matter of makeup, it's a matter of color. I have some strength in my shoulder. His voice is too excited."

Was it that kind of problem? Karen shrugged her shoulders and handed the mirror back to Donna. Such a problem is not a big one.

"I drank too much coffee not to sleep. That's okay. This is not a big deal."

"I think you'd better just go in and rest. Why don't you go in after the recital? It doesn't mean anything if you don't see the right results."

"Be a match, too.

Karen had to try not to sound sarcastic.

"But don't worry."

Karen laughed with her skirt up.

The person who has read the answer sheet in advance is not afraid of the test.

A gambler who knows his opponent's cards doesn't hesitate to bet money.

"Look forward to it. I actually know how to do magic."

***

"Catherine?"

There was no change from then. Always beautiful, elegant. My red hair stands out. Just like that. The rose of June, the green of summer, the fairy, the queen, and any modifier are not awkward in front of her. He approaches as always and smiles sweet and gentle. Ahin would have made a mistake if it wasn't for the man next to her.

"Long time no see, Baron Ain."

The colorful blonde man reached out his hand and asked for a handshake. Ahin came to her senses only after she felt the grip of a young man.

"Lord Raymond, long time no see. All right, let me go. My hands hurt.”

"Oh, my God."

A beauty with red hair covers her mouth with her hands and laughs. Ahin felt ashamed. A woman of that age is now her daughter. She says hello to the slightly depressed child.

"I've heard that I look like my mother a lot. This is Catherine Evans."

"Oh, ah, ah, yeah. The... rumor."

Ahin was conscious of the eyes of the people around her. Sweat is running down. Oh, shit. What the. That can't be true. How long has it been? He is now of that age. The age at which a person is seriously despised, regardless of slight ridicule, when he or she makes a flirtation.

"You look like him, don't you? I was surprised to see that."

"I see, Lady Elba."

"Didn't you doze off at the recital?”

"How can you say that? The Duke's poem was excellent. Of course, more than last time. What is your wife doing all alone?"

Baron Ain and Countess with black hair. The two were old acquaintances. He was an enemy for a long time and sometimes a gang. If it wasn't for the common hobby of tying the rope, we wouldn't have met. The two were gambling addicts.

The difference was that Elba had gone bankrupt last time, but Ahin was a villain who never failed. But they're not the same. Ahin pointed out that Mrs. Elba came out without a daughter and husband. It's never a virtue for a married woman to go around alone. A married man and a married woman are different.

"My husband... came alone because he was sick."

"And you're out, aren't you?”

Even though he's sick. Elba's face is a little stiff.

“…….”

"Oh, is it bad?”

Karen quickly expressed her anxiety to the countess, whose face turned red. Without missing the opportunity, Count Elba quickly turned the subject.

"Can you visit my house later, Karen? He wanted to see her."

"Of course. I hope you get well soon. When would be a good time to visit?”

"I'll send you a telegram later. You look like your mother and you'really.

"Do you know much about your mother?"

"I think you know better than I do."

"Really? Do you know?"

The girl smiles with innocent eyes. Ahin took her hand. Karen, who resembles her mother, seemed far from gambling.

"I don't know that well."

"Oh, you're pretending you don't know. I remember you were following me around. Not as much as Prince Gwiz, but you were quite persistent.”

The Countess Elba interjects and laughs. She doesn't want to be stuck in the house when she's old, but puts her mouth out in 50,000 places. Damn it. Ahin replied awkwardly.

"It was when I was young. That way, there's no man who didn't follow Catherine around."

There is no man who refuses to be beautiful, but Ahin was a man who quickly accepted reality. It's the happiness of a man like himself to embrace a wife who is more modest and has nothing than a glamorous woman like Catherine. And his choice wasn't that bad.

"Well, she was too pretty. That's a shame, Karen. Raymond's fine, but women have to choose between several men.”

"Oh, you're right?

Karen giggles. Raymond, on the other hand, had a stiff face, but he was only a light prank. He smiles and puts Karen's arms together to show off.

"You're so mean to me."

"Oh, Lord Raymond. You should know that you are happy. If Karen had debuted like Catherine, she should have been asked to fight at least ten times."

Karen asked Count Elba with a curious face.

"Did your father win the duel?”

"Your father was wiser, Karen. He gave me a smile, not a gun and money. I'm sure Baron Ain knows very well."

Ah-in's displeasure was overwhelmed.

"I don't agree with that. Elba."

Elba covered her mouth with a folding fan with a look of holding her tail.

"If I lose, I'm not saying any more. Karen, ask the Baron Ayn later about her mother. They'll let us know a lot.”

This girl.

As the air freezes cold, young men and women notice. Baron Ain and Count Elba would have shot each other in the head with guns if it was in the back alley where they were standing. Eventually Raymond started cleaning up.

"I'm lucky. You have earned Karen's love peacefully. If there's a lot of people like you, I'm not confident."

"Oh, Lord Raymond."

"…haha, Lord Raymond. You know something. But I don't like girls like Catherine anymore. You'll find out. A woman's beauty is in season."

"Carran's face is not the only beautiful thing...It's perfect."

"Well, that's enough. Lord Raymond."

Karen hung from Raymond's arm to stop his pride. People around me are shy about the praise that makes me feel ashamed.

"That's something you don't know....”

Baron Ain stopped talking. Eventually, defending yourself will bring down Catherine, which in turn humiliates Karen and Raymond. Damn it, I can't talk anymore.

"Poof."

Count Elba laughed at it, but it was true and no longer responded. to have a headache

"What about that kid?"

"She's my own maid. Now I'm a virgin."

"I see."

I prefer that way now. Ahin turned to the cowed maid next to the colorful Karen. There was a girlish charm, and the appearance of the gorgeous mansion was fresh. The older you get, the more you see a child like that than a colorful beauty.

"…uh."

They avoid looking at Ahin by coloring her face red.

"Hoo hoo hoo-hoo.

It's best for women to be moderately shy. Like Count Elba, he is not a gambling addict who mistakes himself as a great woman.

"Dear Baron Ahin?"

"Uh, huh?"

Karen asked the child, who had been imagining all kinds of things in his head.

"Was your mother really famous?"