248 She Who Traveled To The Past 3 (2/2)
”Thank you. I like your gift.”
She maintained another meter distance from him while her fingers were playing on the red gem serving as the pendant.
'Red... huh... Quite pretty.'
”I'm glad you liked it.”
The one with Ver's face barely restrained himself from holding her hands and pulling her into his embrace. Proudness oozed out from his eyes, as he watched her gazed lovingly at his present.
However, if only the man looked closely enough, he would realize that despite allowing him to place it around her neck, she didn't truly feel that happy about the gift.
'The face is the same...'
'The voice too...'
'He's very sweet in words and a very fine gentleman.'
She thought to herself these as she remembered how this guy treated her like a princess this past half a year.
Those were very surreal memories. The reason why even though she told herself to escape once she had a good grasp of everything here, she stayed.
Unfortunately, her guesses were correct. And she could no longer fool herself that she liked this world, or the person standing a meter from her.
'This version of this pretty-faced dog seemed to be the ideal him that I have in my mind, the one I'm wishing for every time that he annoys me.'
She felt her chest tightened under her corset.
It was so suffocating to breathe.
The precious stone lying above it felt so heavy, yet because of its weight that she realized something very obvious from the very beginning.
The walk in the gardens resumed. Martha was behind them, ensuring no harm would fall upon Wendy.
One instance, the guy tried to play a prank on Wendy's personal maid by throwing a thin dried branch that he got from who knows where. As the older woman jumped around and screamed 'Snake! Snake!', looking away from them a few seconds, the playful ducal heir whispered to her ears,
”... I can't wait to see you in a white bridal gown floating down the aisle towards me.”
That time, she didn't know why she suddenly saw the illusion of 'him' saying the same thing, in a threatening and unromantic manner that would definitely make everybody around facepalm.
William gave her a happy smile, amused at her shyness.
He was unaware that Wendy only looked down to hide her misty eyes, whispering to herself,
'... I really dislike that I'm tearing up for no good reason.'
...
After excusing herself from the guy and then hiding inside her room, she took out her diary, something she only started doing half a year ago in her twenty-one years of existence.
In reality, all the pages in her diary only have information about her 'own' memories and theories. Every weirdness that she encountered was recorded down, afraid that if she didn't, she would lose herself and completely become Elizabeth Seymour.
Wendy took a deep breath.
Unparalleled seriousness showed on her face as she grabbed her quill pen and sat before the study table. It was made out of rare wood, something that she requested to be brought inside the room.
”... I felt like I've been a huge idiot. Why did I waste so many precious pages describing how this world is a sham!”
On the latest page of the small notebook, Wendy furiously wrote five large words that briefly summarized her current situation, words that she doubted for so long and only whole-heartedly accepted today.
'Nothing but a damnable dream!'
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