I was surprised to see Helena because she was so beautiful. She was wearing a flowing red dress, just like a mermaid.
âThe clothes fit you very well.â(Helena)
âThank you.â(Irene)
But Helena was prettier. As I stared at her without blinking, she laughed embarrassedly.
âThanks to you, I get a gratifying chance to wear these clothes.â
âDaddy was the one who prepared everythingâŚâ
As I muttered that it wasnât because of me, Helena snorted.
âIf you hadnât brought up the family picture, he probably wouldnât have taken it until you were an adult.â
I wondered if it would have gone that far, but it made sense. When I brought up the family photo, Cade looked like he hadnât even thought of it.
âWould you like to go over there? There are people who will do your hair if you go.â
âYes.â
I timidly walked to the place Helena pointed out. There, a woman I had never seen before was trimming cute jewelry.
âWelcome, lady. What kind of hairdo would you like?â
She handed me a book.
As I stared blankly at everything because it was unfamiliar, the woman turned over the pages one by one and showed me the hairstyles.
âI like everything because itâs all pretty.â
âHmm. I think it would be better to decorate with accessories than to put your hair up.â
The woman who was looking at the mirror installed in front of the chair was touching my hair here and there, nodding her head.
It was an instant.
I donât think she touched my hair much, but the hairdo was quickly completed. Looking in the mirror I moved my head around.
A flower headband with many inner leaves gently fixed the side of my hair, and I donât know what she did, but my hair was glossy.
âHow is it, do you like it?â
âYes, I like this one.â
I answered while fiddling with the flowers on my headband. Glittering jewels were hung between the petals and in between the bands.
âIrene.â
âHuh? Brother Arban?â
I saw Arban walking from behind the mirror. He was wearing a voluminous white shirt and black pants. In addition to that, his curly hair, which was brushed back to the fullest, was drawing a curve.
Seeing him dressed like that, he looked like a real rich young master. I turned and looked up at Arban.
âBrother, seeing you like this, you really look like a young master!â
ââŚâŚWhat are you saying? If Iâm not the young master, what am I?â
ââŚâŚ.â
âWhat?â
Right. Arban was a real young master. Then why did I make such a fuss? I shook my head.
âCome if you are done.â
âHm, going.â
Arban seemed to be on an errand to bring me.
We arrived at the place where everyone was gathered. Cade, Seth, and Ian were also ready.
Seth, like Arban, was wearing a white shirt and black pants, but the design was slightly different. If Arban was wearing a rich and elegant shirt, Seth was wearing a neat and fancy shirt.
Cade was wearing a suit that looked like a formal uniform and had a silver brooch made of the family crest on his right chest.
Likewise, Ian was wearing a black suit, but with a tie the same color as Helenaâs dress.
âHave you all gathered?â
When Arban and I arrived, the photographer wearing a brown beret asked. He was leaning over the camera and looking at us.
âEveryone has arrived.â
Cade replied.
In the garden, beautifully carved white tables and chairs were placed according to the number of people. It seemed like we were taking a photo with the feeling of everyone enjoying a break in the garden. In fact, refreshments and tea were being served.
âIrene, come and sit here.â
I was thinking about where to sit when Ian called me.
âMe?â
âThen, is there another Irene besides you?â
âThereâs not.â
Then he really called for me. Thatâs unexpected.
As I headed towards Ian and Helena, Cade called me this time.
âWhere are you going?â
âHuh?â
âYou should sit here.â
âBut GrandpaâŚâ
Ian called me. As I was at a loss, not knowing where to go, Ian frowned and scolded Cade.
âCanât even one of my grandchildren sit with me?â
âWhat are you talking about? Irene is my daughter. Seth and Arban are also sitting here.â
âThatâs what Iâm talking about, isnât it fine to have at least one person sitting over here?â
âŚâŚNow, they were fighting over the seats.
The photographer made a puzzled expression.
âIrene, decide. Where do you want to sit?â
âOf course itâs here, right?â
âShe saw this grandfather for the first time, and sheâs not sitting here?â
Why is this happening to me? No matter which way I went, I was afraid of the aftermath. Maybe I wonât be able to take photos today.
After thinking about it for a while, the photographer finally raised his hand.
âExcuse me.â
âWhat?â
Cade furrowed his eyebrows. Talking to him just as I was about to make my choice seemed to get on his nerves.
Gulp.
The photographer who took a deep breath held the camera as if it were his lifeline, and gave his opinion.
âWhy donât you rather have the young lady and the young masters sit in the front and the other three go to the back and stand?â
âThatâs a good idea!â
Helena gave a quick nod and dragged Ianâs arm with her.
âRight?â
ââŚI canât help it.â
Ian reluctantly stood up. Eventually, only three chairs were left.
âThe young lady should sit in the middle, and the two young masters should sit on either side. The head of the household should stand in the center. The other two, please stand on either side of the head of the house.â
It was a very neat arrangement. I straightened my back in the right posture. When the situation was sorted out, the photographer prepared to take the photo.
âOkay then, letâs take a picture. One, two⌠three!â
The photo was taken with a click and the photographer spoke again.
âIâll take one more shot. Please smile a little!â
He put his eyes on the camera and made the next request. I gave a big smile, but the photographer was frightened and shook his hand.
ââŚâŚDonât smile, letâs just go with an expressionless face.â
âYou told us to smile.â
Arban quickly lowered the corners of his mouth, which he had forced to raise. I wonder what kind of picture the photographer saw to shake his hand in such fright.
I wanted to laugh, but I squeezed my lips to hold on.
The photographer opened three fingers and said.
âThen letâs do it again. Three, two, one!â
Well, Iâm going to laugh, though, canât hold it.
I laughed out loud before the seconds ended. Maybe the photo will come out with everyone expressionless and only me smiling. It also seemed like fun in its own way.
The photographer stood up, looked at me, and smiled.
âYes, it came out very well. Iâll do it one last time.â
That way, we could finish the schedule by taking the last photo.
* * *
âHere you are, Irene. Did you bring everything you need?â
âYes!â
I vigorously nodded.
Helena smiled with great satisfaction at what I had brought. It was the dagger she gave me as a gift.
I looked up at Helena. She seemed excited to be able to teach me how to handle the dagger.
âWait a minute, Iâll show you how to use it. Can you give it to me?â
âYes.â
Helena was handed my dagger. She swung it with one hand. It was a simple action, but it seemed unusual.
The dagger, which had splendidly moved around in her hand, disappeared in an instant. I opened my eyes. Even though it happened right in front of my nose, I couldnât see where it went.
âWhere do you think it went?â
âUh, where did it go?â
When I asked dumbfounded, Helena said with a determined face.
âIrene, how can you not see it? The moment you miss it without knowing where the opponentâs weapon wentâŚâ
Helena pretended to slit her throat.
âItâs over.â
âI couldnât see it. Too fast.â
Even if I looked at it again, it didnât seem like it would be visible to me. Where the hell did it go?
When I checked around Helenaâs hand in wonder, she smoothly drew the dagger from between her sleeves.
She began to give a brief explanation.
âThere are many people who think that a dagger is not a weapon. It is also used simply for stabbing, cutting, and throwing.â
Swish, whoosh.
Helena held the dagger lightly, demonstrating a stab and slash in the air.
I thought about it even as I watched in wonder.
Looking at it this way, the dagger was too small and short. In addition, in the event of an armed conflict, even if you hate it, you have no choice but to get closer to the opponent.
âGrandma, why did you give me a dagger as a gift?â
There must be many weapons besides the dagger. Helena shyly smiled.
âActually, itâs my favorite. I like daggers the most and handle them well. So I thought I could teach you well about them.â
âI see.â
It made sense. I decided to ask the following question.
âWhy do you love daggers the most?â
Is there any special reason?
Helena put on a troubled expression for a moment, probably not knowing that I would ask such a question.
âHmm⌠I like it becauseâŚâ
She smiled brightly as if she had finally found the reason.
âItâs good for an ambush. You can easily hide it. I guess thatâs the biggest reason.â
ââŚI-I see.â
Cancel it. The thought that there might be a special reason is canceled.
âThen Iâll show you the right stance, Irene. First, hold it lightly like youâre holding an egg like this.â
Helena put the dagger in my hand and explained it.
And all afternoon that day, I had to go through Helenaâs caring training.