Even though it was our first day together as a married couple, I hadnât seen Kyle once since I came to the mansion. I slowly got up and stared at the door. I couldnât sleep at all because of the unfamiliar luxurious bedroom.
Wearing the slippers by the bedside, I walked carefully like a newborn child. When I grabbed the golden doorknob, the sound of the hinges echoed.
I could see the hallway faintly bathed in light. It was dark, but unlike the house I lived in, it didnât look lonely.
As I turned my gaze to where I could hear a sign of movement, I saw an employee passing through the aisle at the end of the hallway. Envious, I left the room.
Was my voice too soft? The employee didnât look back, nor did they show any reaction.
Only then did the employee hear my voice. He turned his head, flinching at the sound. His eyes widened and he bowed.
It was the first time Iâd called an employee myself, so I wasnât sure how to speak. I rubbed my nape, hesitated, and said, âWhere is His Excellency?â
With an embarrassed look, the staff swallowed. âIn the bedroom.â
Wasnât his bedroom here? I tilted my head, puzzled. Then, at my silence, he answered, âHis Excellency is using another room. Iâm sorry.â
It was nothing to be sorry about, but he emphasized his apology.
I sighed. Iâd been hoping Iâd see his face more often when we get married, but even that wasnât easy.
At my last words, he deeply bowed and left.
Strangely, unlike a while ago, the hallway looked lonely.
I sat in front of the console and opened the drawer. There was a diary that I had been writing since I entered the mansion. It had geometric patterns embroidered with gold thread.
The diary was all about Kyle, but the time I spent with him was nonexistent. So, really, whatâs the use of the diary? Heâs not in my time, and I wasnât in his.
For a month, I didnât see Kyleâs face. We could have bumped into each other since we lived in the same mansion, but I didnât see him at all. It kind of felt as if he were avoiding me.
I slumped over the table. There was no one else here, but I covered my face with my arms so no one could see me. I didnât even want to see the portraits hanging on the wall looking at me.
It wasnât that I didnât expect that my words and actions would offend him. Only a fool wouldnât notice his sharp feelings.
At the moment, he didnât like me, but I had hoped that if I could talk to him and show him who I was, heâd see a little bit of my sincerity. But, of course, it was a simple and arrogant idea.
I didnât even have the energy to open the mountain of invitations on my console. All I did was breathe and think of him.
While waiting for him, my feelings alternated between excitement and despair. It was an endless cycle.
My feelings for him pooled like water. During the day, I received a shard of light and glowed, and in the evening, I sank into darkness.
It didnât dry out, nor did it flow, and it bothered me.
Unfortunately, when I stayed up all night waiting for him, he didnât come back to the mansion, but on the day I gave up and fell asleep, he did. It wasnât just bad luck; it was as if fate was blocking my way towards him.
Knock, knockâ
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Amid my inner turmoil, someone suddenly knocked.
âCome in,â I said, my voice weak.
The door opened, and Laura entered with a tray full of tea and refreshments. I put my journal in the drawer and closed it.
âI bought tea and refreshments.â
I headed to the table in the middle of the room. âThank you.â
As I sat in the chair, Laura picked up the teapot and poured the tea. Staring at the drink flowing into the teacup in a semicircle, I picked up the cup.
âMadam.â Laura handed me a blue envelope. A sealing wax with an unfamiliar pattern covering the mouth of the envelope caught my eye. âAn invitation.â
Laura looked flustered, not at all like her usual confident self, as she hesitated to speak.
âWhatâs wrong? Who sent it?â
âThe Countess of HardenâŚâ It was only after Laura audibly swallowed that she answered. âThis is an invitation from Countess Hari Harden.â
My eyes shook as I hurriedly opened the envelope. Then, suppressing my trembling emotions, I checked the letter and saw a neat and concise Imperial language. Did she write this herself? If she did, then even her penmanship was beautiful.
In the letter, she introduced herself as Kyleâs best friend and said that she wanted to drink tea with me alone to befriend me.
As my eyes reached the end of the letter, Laura asked, âWhat should I do?â
I tried to recall the Countess I saw on the day of Count Hardenâs funeral. However, her face was completely hidden in a hazy fog. All I saw was that in her grief, she couldnât breathe, and she collapsed in Kyleâs arms.
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I only remembered Kyle, who was also grieving as he held her in his arms. Even in otherâs pain, I couldnât help but look at Kyle.
I even saw her at the boutique, but no matter how much I thought about it, I couldnât see her in my mind.
When I didnât answer, Laura took the blue envelope and its contents scattered on the table to send a letter of refusal.
âThen, Iâll write the refusal on your behalfâŚâ
âAccept the invitation.â
Laura had a rare look of surprise.
I gripped the letter, curious about its sender. What kind of person was the woman who held Kyleâs heart? What were her likes and dislikes? I wondered about her as much as I was curious about Kyle.
Above all, I felt hope that I would be able to see Kyle with this excuse. Of course, I would need Kyleâs permission since Hari was the Countess.
To use the Countess for my personal greed. I lowered my gaze and stared intently at the invitation. I must meet Kyle today and ask permission to meet the Countess.
I stopped at the landing and focused on the sound from under the stairs. When I grabbed the railing, I saw Laura looking at me.
âThe first day she entered the mansion, His Excellency used a separate bedroom.â
âEveryone is keeping their mouths shut, but a lot of people have noticed. Besides, we are waiting for the lady, but Iâve never seen the two of them together.â
My hand that had been gripping the railing had turned white. I didnât think everyone would be as friendly as Laura, but it was daunting to actually experience it.
After that, it was quiet until the sound of a mop being thrown on the floor echoed below.
âWhat is this? Yesterday I talked to Yuri, who delivered flowers to the Countess of Harden, and she just laughed. Everyone knows that the Duchess weâre serving is a person whose origins and background are unknown.â
âWhat are you doing?â I continued to clench the railing as I raised my voice.
The two maids jumped in surprise and looked up to where I was. As soon as they spotted me, they knelt in despair.
Wait a minute, those people⌠I narrowed my eyes and looked closely; they were people assigned to be my exclusive maids.
One of them trembled violently, rubbing her hands. âIâm sorry, Madam, Iâm sorry!â
Laura, who was staring at the scene coldly, bowed her head. âLet me tell the butler to fire herââ
âDonât reprimand them.â
Laura looked up at me in surprise as if she didnât understand what I just said.
âI told you, Laura. I want to be recognized by everyone. If you reprimand them and fire them, I wouldnât have the chance to change their mind.â
And to be honest, what the maids said wasnât wrong. But I held back that thought.