You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 94

’Aaaaand, one, two, three.’

Ding

’One! two... three!’

Ding!

’Now one more time!’

Ding a ding!!

’Agai–!’

"I am coming in, My Lady."

’Tsk... That was fast... Cut down on your efficiency Paige~ I was in the middle of a great composition here...’

Turning to look at the young maid, I pouted on the inside. It was only after she peeked from the edge of the door that I saw the nervousness in her expression.

’... Was my rhythm that bad??’

"My Lady... Is my Lady not feeling well today?"

’Huh??? Why?? I’m actually feeling great? Why is she...? Is it that weird for us to ring it more than twice???’

I shook my head to quickly answer the good "no" her question deserved. And then, her kind response sent me into despair with the cheerful new tone her voice adopted out of relief.

"Oh my! Thank goodness! The bell sounded so weakly I was afraid my Lady had fallen ill again!"

"...."

’You say what?!... Weak?..... WEAK?? I was putting my soul into this masterpiece and you say it sounded WEAK???? So weak I’m SICK???! Hah! NOPE. I didn’t sign for this humiliation. Anne, can I throw the bell at her? She hurt my feelings.’

The annoying electricity sent to my extremities confirmed that I wasn’t permitted to act violently. Anne was going to protect Paige this time, but I knew that deep down she was also upset. This is her body originally, so... The diss was actually towards her, hehehe~

"Miss, Do you wish to dress up early today? There is still enough time before His Grace arrives."

Paige gave a few steps inside to close the distance and, giving me the usual amount of square meters for my personal space, she inquired about my plans for this morning.

’Right, let’s keep focused on our plan.’

Leaning to get the post-it notes on the same night table the bell was on, I got into writing mode to tell her my intentions.

[Paige, Could you help me dress up? Today I want to be the one to go to my Father’s.]

"...! Oh... My Lady, that is a wonderful idea. Then, let us hurry. His Grace may be already preparing to come to My Lady’s chambers... Is there by chance... a dress My Lady wishes to use?"

’Hehe, that’s right, clever girl.’ — I thought as I nodded.

"...! Understood. May I ask which one? I will prepare it along with the complementary garments."

"..."

’Alright, Anne. Go on.’

"....."

Waiting for our hand to move to Marianne’s will, we stood frozen for a few seconds.

’..... Uhm... Do you think you can write it? Or should we...’

"....."

’Alright, I know. I can see this won’t work out.’

I took the reins and went straight to the wardrobes. If my girl can’t do it, I will. I’ve got the power... now.....

Eli! Don’t get distracted because of that song! FOCUS, you buffoon!!

Although my brain stopped because of a little diversion, I managed to open the expensive wooden wardrobe. The lot of dresses displayed in a row was dizzying, but I couldn’t let myself go down just because of the pile of fluffy clothes override from the seemingly little space in the wardrobe.

’Uh... Umhm..... Mhmm... So?... W- Which is it?’

Did they refill this thing? I don’t think there were that many... And if they did... When the hell did they do it??

My eyes were completely lost of focus, I was really overwhelmed by the number of clothes. I’ve never seen that much silk in my life... My two lives...

It was only thanks to an instinctive kind of movement that Anne must have played on us, that my hand began to search between the dresses until the chosen one was found.

A beautiful white dress with a coppery silky corset. No embroidery. It was all about the fabric. Puffy short sleeves framed our cleavage letting a bit of our shoulders out while it was surely frilly on the chest.

So conservative and pure... But... how is it that our body... made it intriguingly mature within its pureness?

The skirt fell straight down with apparent weight when it actually felt light and fresh. The corset enhanced our curvy lines and when it arrived at our hips... It highlighted our... Woah, such an amazing... Booty...

’Dayum~~ I really think I won’t ever get used to how hot you are, Anne..... I mean... D*mn... Speechless..... Did we gain weight? If so, God bless you, honey~’

Slim and sexy, that’s my cutie, Anne. An assassin; because she’s a wolfess, a seductress, a man-eater and even a lady killer.

Just marry me d*mn it.

I was really excited to see her in a more pretty dress than normal. We had been so down because of the recovery that we only wore comfy simple house dresses all this time. So, seeing how gorgeous she looks with a dress like this one just... Ugh, I might as well kiss our reflex, she’s too beautiful.

Sigh... And our messy long hair doesn’t help at all... This girl is what we call a femme fatale.

Fatal for my heart because it’s about to explode just by looking at her.

... We might actually kill someone like this. Will the duke be alright? He’s the president of our fan club... If I am like this, he might be living his last moments right now.

"..." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Marianne was acting all shy and maybe even felt bothered by my almost harassing comment, completely ignoring the walking danger she was right now.

Anyway, jokes kinda aside... My girl is looking pretty. We just need to get our hair quickly done and we are ready... I don’t think we need any make-up, because the colour of our face doesn’t look dead at all today. Maybe it’s because of my honest praise that made our blood vessels work harder in response to Marianne’s shyness, granting us a charming rosy natural blush, but either way, all is well if it ends well.

"Miss Marianne. Please take a sit, we need to comb your hair... Ah... Maybe I should call for help..."

’Oh! No, no, no, NO. There’s no time for that.’

My biological clock is telling me we are cutting it close. There is no time for her to go look got other servants. Hence, I shook my head in negative and as I seated, I took one of the surprisingly heavy combs and also grabbed a thick strand of hair to brush with it.

"Oh my! My Lady, you must not! Let me go for someone to help..."

Stopping her from leaving, I took her by a bit of her skirt. Shaking my head to restate my mind she hesitated a lot, clearly troubled by my outrageous idea. However, the kind and young Paige yielded in the end and, trying to conceal her sighing at my persistent attitude, she came back to continue grooming my long hair.

"I understand, My Lady. I will do my utmost best to finish as quickly as I can."

She began her chore promptly and eagerly. Meanwhile, I struggled to reach the end of our so long wavy hair.

I was aware it was... Long. Very long. But now that I’m actually combing it for the first time... I feel like it’s endless. Thankfully it doesn’t reach the floor because then, it would be quite troublesome.

As I combed and combed, slowly but surely, a thought came up without warning.

’I also had long hair when I was younger...’

I was happy for a moment but then, the memory meant to follow that thought crossed my mind, shamelessly.

’... Right... Only when I was younger...’

I would always maintain it short when older because I couldn’t let it grow later since it made me tremble in fear...

Even after I started to recover, I was never able to let it grow over my shoulders. I guess... He left a few difficult-to-overcome traumas after all... That guy... My chasing demon...

"..."

Anne was curious.

I suppose that feeling me get quiet does seem concerning with how annoying I usually am, haha.

’... It was convenient to have it short~ it was trendy at the time too~ those short hairstyles~~...’

Feigning being cheery again, I tried to calm down her curiosity. I am aware I can’t hide this from her forever... But it’s not time yet.

I am willing to tell her everything. I have nothing to feel ashamed of and I trust her because she’s my everything; right now and in the future. However... It’s too early... She is too sensitive... And too kind.....

She needs to get tougher... enough to be able to bear my scars too. Until then... I will wait and leave her in ignorance for some time...

This is the best I can do right now for her to not fall back on another hole she can’t manage to climb up.

That’s why I need to keep it up. I will take her burdens and raise her courage... Because I’m sure that the time will come when she will also have to put up with my loads... To become the one soul we strike to be together.

Until then... I am sorry for the lies I’ll have to tell you from now on, sweetheart.