Chapter 36: Alan Leopolds Perfu
Even after returning to the room, I couldnt hide my strange feeling.
How did Alan Leopold know my address?
It is certain that Alan at that ti must have known my na. Ive been a socialite for a while just because I danced with him.
Even the academy, which had nothing to do with , was noisy under the na of lissa Collins, so it is hard to say that my na would not have entered the ears of the person who danced with .
However, to assu that Alan Leopold carried in the carriage and inquired about Collins location here and there, this is also sowhat dubious.
I heard that my body was still cold when he arrived ho with , which would an that the ti I spent in the carriage was not long. At that ti, I collapsed on the way ho, so it would be natural to interpret that the carriage headed straight for my house on that road.
Also, at that ti it was snowing so heavily that it would have been difficult to even find the passers-by. It makes no sense to go looking for soone who knew Collins on that empty street.
Then, how did Alan co to my house at once? Does it an he already knew where I was?
No, theres no reason for that.
I sat down in front of the desk and muttered. It was an absurd guess, but my fingertips were numb just by imagining it.
Does it not fit with what Prince Bentley told .
If I think about it in common sense, wouldnt it be like this? Alan repeatedly asked for the address, and I blurted out the location of my house, in my dreamy state. Like talking in my sleep.
Thats why I dont rember.
Thinking like that, I felt like I had found the hypothesis that was closest to the answer. This is probably close to the answer.
Phew
When it cos to Alan Leopold, my habit of being constantly preoccupied with even trivial things rarely shows signs of being fixed. The days I ran into him are already long ago.
The word unrequited love is infinitely fresh and fragile. Its beautiful like a grass flower with sunlight, and its also precious at first glance. However, because of that fresh feeling, even now as an adult, I am still frantically going back and forth between winter and spring.
What kind of irony is this? Will the day co when Ill be free from this one-sided love?
Soday I will beco soones wife, beco a mother, and even though I am living the quiet days of nothing, for so reason, I feel like he will continue to live in .
Unbending, cold, lonely, beautiful. Just like my love right now.
However, no matter how Alan Leopold is the source of my literary sensibility, it is terribly harmful to now. For now, who is desperately in a hurry to cling to only writing.
I let out a small sigh and neatly tied my voluminous hair.
..lets write, lissa.
I opened my old notebook. Reciting as if I am promising,
I will definitely go to Lunoa.
In a place where it is neither futile nor wrong for a woman to beco a writer. I want to beco whole through writing. This is a hundred percent pure aspiration.
I can go.
I managed to grab my pen. For so ti, I was able to write down sentences that I liked quite easily.
Although it was close to coercion, my mindset has changed, perhaps because I was allowed by my mother. I felt free as if I had taken off the reins.
The burden of not knowing Troys heart, which had been painfully unresolved all this ti, was also released when I ca to the conclusion that it was okay for as a writer to not necessarily know everything.
I decided to portray him as an ambiguous figure until the very end. By not showing everything, the character of Troy may beco more mysterious and affectionate.
The moon hides a dark side, but there is no one who does not love the subtle moonlight of the night sky. Alan, who beca the motif of Troy, is also the sa.
After thinking this far, everything went smoothly after a long ti. The pen tip began to run smoothly on the rough paper.
And in my imagination, I already beca a writer. With a very happy face, I was running innocently through the capital of Principality where the sunset was setting. One hand holds a book with my na on it, and the other hand holds a bunch of flowers for my loved one.
The fresh bouquet will be placed on the quiet dinner table for two people.
In the midst of contemplating and writing for such a long ti, as a habit, I rembered Alan Leopold. Because he did not know that in the near future I would go to the Principality.
I couldnt get rid of my thoughts about him and just kept it in my arms. If I hadnt thought of Alan, I could have written more stories a little faster.
When it cos to him, I beco helpless like a butterfly that always wanders in the fog. This is purely my problem.
Yawn
Stretching very slowly, I yawned long. It was imdiately after that I closed the notebook.
It was a dark dawn before I knew it.
* * *
It was a rainy afternoon when there was a sudden gust of wind in Collins daily life, which seed to be calm and boring without anything else.
I
While holding a late lunch, Julia approached with an anxious face.
Im sorry, maam.
It was not common for Julia to co near the table at alti because she had a habit of taking her share of her al to the room and eating it alone.
However, Julias words brought more shock.
The one who took the money from the cupboard Its .
Neither I nor the two ladies spoke for a while.
.
I was surprised that my mother and Mrs. Kerney had not scolded her yet. They couldnt have not known the person who took the money from both of them was Julia.
Why did you take the money, Julia?
My mother, who put down the knife she was cutting potatoes, sighed coldly. In the sa voice as when she opposed my study abroad a few days ago. The knife placed on the table flashed brightly in the light of the candle.
That
Julia was trembling with a pitiful face. The tension flowing on the table was so vivid that I grabbed my skirt tightly.
The dress that Mr. Longhorn sent.
My dress?
After trying it on That kind of world.
That kind of world?
Hik, Ive been longing for it.
Julia soon burst into tears of sorrow.
Im sorry..I know its not the world I can reach. Ive disappointed those who believe in ..
.
I noticed at once what she was saying. I also feel the pain from admiring the world that cannot be achieved. Every mont, desperately.
My mother paused, putting the tableware down, and Mrs. Kearney, who hurriedly raised her body, patted and comforted Julias round shoulders helplessly. However, no one was still talking.
Julia, who had been crying for a long ti, barely continued to talk. One day when she went out to buy fish, she began to confess about seeing a group of high-class won in glamorous clothes on the street.
Even if she is an immature eighteen year old, she is not young enough to not know her place. The circumstances of the noble young girls were as distant as the affairs of another world to Julia, so it must have been overlooked. But it was inevitable.
However, the winter dress, which is so delicate and soft that it is close to perfection, so the red dress that Longhorn sent as an apology, was a surprising product to , who was sick of society.
So, how was it in Julias eyes? It may have been a natural course for her to secretly covet the lives of the precious and expensive upper-class girls.
So I just happened to be there.
Where is that place?
My mother asked in a quiet, but rather sensitive voice.
It was a perfu shop.
Perfu?
I and Mrs. Kerney asked back at the sa ti. Perfu? It was a product that was known as an expensive product among high-end items.
Jewels can be kept forever. The fragrant liquid that captivates people in a brilliant bottle just scatters like a sigh.
The noble won in beautiful clothes Seeing them go crazy for the little perfu bottle.
Its like an illusion, its the epito of luxury.
I really wanted that. I couldnt eat or sleep at night..
That kind of..
At Mrs. Kearneys sigh, Julia finally dropped her head. Dark wheat hair fell into a miserable light.
So I took money from the cupboard and went back there.
Ha.
My mother sighed. Soon after, transparent drops of tears began to drop at Julias feet. She added, gently sticking out the small bottle she was hiding behind her back.
Im so sorry, Mrs. Collins.I bought this that day.
Oh my god! With all that money!
It was only natural that Mrs Kerney would sound surprised. The transparent glass bottle was delicately embossed with flowers, leaves, and fruits, making it beautiful as if it were carved from ice, but it was small enough to be held tightly in Julias hand.
My mother had a pretty calm face.
Whats this?
Maybe shes holding back her anger. Because my mothers blood pressure is not good.
Its Sir Alans perfu, maam.
What?
This ti, I asked back blankly.
Sir Alan Leopold. Hes the lover of everyone.
.
Thats why so many won were so enthusiastic about this perfu..
I had to suppress my desire to open the stopper and inhale the scent right away. Ironically, Alan in my dream has no scent yet.
It was because of my mother that I suddenly beca ashad of my desire.
My mother did not scold Julia. She didnt even speak in a finite voice, but she told her to tell her if she needed anything in the future. She added that Collins inco is not as small as she thinks, even though she is saving a little too much.
And she also didnt forget to tell her how absurd luxury perfu is. My mother said that the only perfu she had in her life was what she received as a wedding gift.
Throughout the story, Julia shed tears and nodded her head. She seed to already know the aning of what mother said.
Maybe it was an accident. But the perfus value didnt decrease in my eyes at all.
We wont be able to get it returned. What should I do, maam?
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Mrs. Kerney scratched her temple and asked awkwardly. None of us had a hobby of using such expensive perfus.
Lets put it on the living room shelf.
My mother said to put it in a visible place. Although it was a little small, it was a very beautiful object, so it would be perfect for decoration.
Of course, I could see straight through that it was intended to warn Julia in the future. The untily gust of wind blowing on a rainy afternoon seed to subside like that.
It was exactly three days later that I couldnt stand it and opened its cap.
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