Stirring a large pot with a ladle, Mrs. Kearney muttered. I was sitting at the table wiping a few silverwares with a cloth.
āI canāt believe Alan Leopold asked you for a dance. Thatās a big deal.ā
āI told you, Mrs. Kerney. It wasnāt from the heart .ā¦.ā
I murmured with swollen eyes.
When I burst into tears in my bewildered motherās arms, I thought there were no more tears left to shed, but when I woke up in the morning, my pillowcase was damp. It was amazing that I didnāt faint from dehydration.
Then Mrs. Kearney turned around and looked at me with her hands on her waist.
āMelissa, heās not your lover. Isnāt it natural that it wasnāt sincere?ā
āā¦..Thatās true, butā¦ā¦.ā
āHeās maybe a person who was evenĀ knighted by the royal family. But no matter how great his family is, isnāt he just a teenager? So what if he has a handsome face?ā
Madame was clearly speaking in a gentle tone. She didnāt say anything wrong. But somehow my heart was stuffy.
āIsnāt it a pleasant experience that a person who can be called everyoneās lover requested a dance? It will always be a topic of discussion.ā
āā¦After the dance, I drew so much attentionā¦ā¦. Women even came and insulted me, maāam.ā
Without realizing it, a very suppressed voice came out. There is no end to human greed. When we danced, it was definitely ecstatic like a dream, but seeing Alan turning around coldly, I resented him for giving me the chance to dance.
He rescued me from hell, and when I reached the highest and most splendid heights of heaven, he pushed my back. The hell where I wasĀ thrown, was upside down, and was much harsher than when I first set foot there.
Alan couldnāt have hoped that I would shed painful tears. Precisely, thereās no way he would have hoped for anything in particular. I have no value to him. Iām not stupid enough to not even know that much.
āMelissa, you know itās just envy because you had a good time. Thereās nothing to care about because they are just jealous of you.ā
āBut madam, it was so miserableā¦. Iāve never been ashamed of my dress and gloves because theyāre a little worn out.ā¦.ā
āā¦ā¦.ā
āAfter following him and peeping into heaven, I became ashamed of everything.ā¦.ā
Alan made me know my position and the gap between him and me in the most miserable way. Could it be that the first human being who ate the forbidden fruit and came to know the hidden truth of things and the evil in the world had this kind of feeling?
Madam came and sat next to me before. A rough but warm hand was placed on my shoulder.
āThings that are only gorgeous at apparence lack substance, what they have inside are not worthy of you, Mel. They wonāt know how delicate and shiny your soul is.ā
āThank you for your words, madam. Butā¦.ā
Clatter,Ā I let go of the silverware, Mrs. Kearney held my trembling hand tightly. Wouldnāt it be okay to tell her everything now?
āThe worst thing isā¦ā¦is that he took my letterā¦ā¦.ā
āLetter? Did you write a letter to him? Do you have feelings for Sir Alan?ā
Ah, thisā¦..As I met the madamās wide-open eyes, I hurriedly pretended like nothing happened.
āItās not like that, itās justā¦ā¦ He inspired me to write a poem.ā
āYes, since you bought a new poetry book, there must have been a lot of new ideas.ā
āBut⦠You may not believe it, but I took it to the theatre yesterday without realizing it. Itās been a while since I wrote it, and I didnāt mean to deliver it.ā¦.ā
As if to keep talking, madamĀ set down with an all knowing face. When telling a deep story, the madam seems to be a good opponent because she has more leeway than my mother .
āIt⦠got into his hand. His name was written on the envelopeās surface, and I know Iām the one who dropped itā¦ā¦.ā
As I spoke, I felt hopeless that I had no choice but to bury my head in both hands.
At that time, I heard Madame Kerneyās friendly voice,
āHe got a poem for himself as a gift, right? Anyone would be happy with such a great gift.ā
It wasnāt very comforting.
āā¦What I wrote is a poem, butā¦ā¦ Iām sure he thinks itās a love letter.ā¦.ā
āWhat? What is it about? Tell me.ā
āI donāt remember exactly either. I sealed it as soon as I wrote it. But Iām sureā¦ā¦.ā
Because I wrote a love letter to him as a poem.
I love Alan Leopold, madam.
ā¦ā¦But I donāt know anymore. Heās hurting me so much. Maybe the days when I peekee at him over my shoulder were actually happierā¦ā¦
āItās okay, Mel. I have a feeling he will like your poems.ā
āā¦ā¦That comfort doesnāt mean anything, madam. Heāll despise me. You should have seen how he looked when he asked me for a dance.ā
āMelissaā¦ā
Mrs. Kerney looked at me pitifully. Youāve already found out that I have a crush on Alan.
āThen, I pray that Sir Alan will never read your letter.ā
āā¦ā¦.ā
āHe might not have read it yet, right? Because there wonāt be one or two women who hand him letters. If I were young, I might have written a letter to him.ā
The madamās words made sense.
The problem was me. Just imagining his icy gaze reading down the words one by one gives me goosebumps all over my body. To the point where I was anxious enough that Iād rather die.
Nevertheless, if I think that Alan doesnāt read my letter and throws it awayā¦ā¦ I feel like my heart is breaking. It feels like I want to cling onto him while crying and begging for him to not do such a cruel thing.
Whatās wrong with me? In front of love, I am so helpless that I fall apart.
Alan Leopold, do you also have a soft face when you think of your beloved?
My head was blank and dizzy as if I had been trapped in a thick smoke. I needed oxygen.
At that time, I naturally thought of Tobias Miller.
Then he could heal me. He is not insensitive enough to trample on my heart at will. There is no way he would judge my soft heart with a cynical gaze.
Of course, Toby was not comparable to the sun. So, he wonāt be able to completely melt my frozen heart because of Alan.
But he is definitely a gentle spring sun. So at least he will be able to reap the hazy cold energy that lingers in me.
When the cold is gone, a drop or two of my anxiety will melt from the frozen surface. He will comfort me with his gentle smile as always, and he will be happy to lend me his shoulder so that I can rest.
* * *
The weather turned quite cold.Ā Mother, Mrs. Kerney and Julia all spoke out saying that when they compare to the fall of the previous year, this is just like winter.
Is it because my heart is frozen? I didnāt even know it was that cold.Ā But I wasnāt sure that Tobias would be like me, so I sat down at an indoor table rather than the terrace.
The interior of the Antris coffee shop was warm. Perhaps thanks to the interior, it felt more cozy. People were leisurely sipping tea or alcohol making moderate noise.
I was the only one who didnāt feel comfortable here. The moment I wondered if I might look like a paranoid person, looking around over and over again to see if the red-haired man was standing around secretly, someone called me.
āExcuse meā¦ā
It wasnāt Tobias because it was a female voice. I looked back in surprise.
āMs. Melissa Collins, right?ā
The two women were looking down at me with elegant faces. The person who talked to me was the daughter of Mr. Farrington, one of Florinās wealthy men.
āYou danced with Sir Alan at the last victory ball.ā
āAh⦠Yes.ā
I had forgotten that I was no longer a socially invisible person.Ā Of course, this sudden popularity was not welcomed.Ā I swear I never asked for something like this.
At least itās fortunate that they are not as aggressive as the women who picked a fight with me at the ball.
āā¦ā¦If you donāt mind, can I ask what kind of relationship milady and sir Leopold have?ā
āOf course, on the lordās side.ā[1]
The woman next to me urged me to add, but I hesitated to answer. It would be more accurate to say that I have nothing to answer.
Nevertheless, it was strange that the current situation made me feel subtle pride. I canāt believe the noble upper-class girls are wondering with an anxious face what kind of secret words and glances were exchanged between me and Alan.
āIf itās hard to answer, just tell me youāre not in a relationship with him.ā
āā¦ā¦.ā
āBecause I love himā¦ā¦.ā
Miss Farringtonās lips were trembling. It was pitiful, but I wasnāt shaken. Youāre not the only one who is biting your lips while thinking of Alan.
Isnāt he everyoneās lover? Because of that, the reason for heartache is the same for the brown-haired lady in rags and the noble young love of wealthy people.
It was when I was staring blankly at the womanās expensive-looking headdress with that thought,
āMiss Melissa.ā
I heard a gentle voice calling me.
āToby!ā
āThese peopleā¦ā
In his dark green frock coat, he looked just like a large plant. His cheeks were red, perhaps because it was very cold outside.
āAre you meeting acquaintances today?ā
āNo, itās not. I think they have something to ask me.ā¦.ā
I wasnāt in a position to introduce Toby because I didnāt even know her name, let alone being an acquaintance of them. Seeing him standing awkwardly, I felt that I should send the two women back only then.
āSir Alan and I have nothing to do with each other. That day was acciā¦dental.ā
āAccidental?
āWhat do you mean by accidentā¦.ā
Toby and Miss Farrington replied back to me at the same time.
āMiss Collins, please tell me in detail. If you really donāt have anything to do with himā¦ā¦. Itās important to meā¦ā¦.ā
āIām sorry, but I have nothing more to say, Miss Farrington, he doesnāt even know my name. Can it be explained with this?ā
āBut how could heā¦ā¦.ā
āYou wonāt have anything to worry about. I have a lot to talk about with my friend, so Iād appreciate it if you could leave.ā
Miss Farrington and the woman next to her exchanged glances silently and then turned with a quiet bow.
Tobias, whose shoulders were shaking as if trying to warm his body up, sat in front of me with a gentle smile.
āMelissa, I think you changed a little and there is a new atmosphere.ā
āWhat? Me?ā
I blinked because I didnāt know what he was thinking, whether I really looked different or if it was just a light greeting. I suddenly thought that I still lacked a lot of knowledge of this man.
At that time, Toby smiled broadly,
āI think itās true that you have a lot of things you want to say.ā
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[1] She means a relationship that is been acknowledged by Alanās side too, since many girls have delusional relationship with him lol just like the other girl
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Female lead seems to have so low self-esteem and a mental trauma to herself, even an extreme crush. Itās a state of psychology that makes you crazy and unstable.
I love the small daily conversations and short letters in this novelā¦.I really like them. Honestly, even if I were Namjoo, I would like Melissa ć ć sheās so lovelyā¦..
Toby⦠So sweet.
Toby is the real one.
On the other hand, I thought the writer is so good at expressing the confusion of not wanting to love herself and loving hi. or who else. Sheās jealous even though upset that these feelings may be frustrating and incomprehensible. I hope everyone with this heart, including the female character, will be happy. Thank you for the good writing, writer.