Vol Chapter 5.4 (1/2)

Chapter 5-4

AUGUST 20, 2016 / ALBERTKENOREIJOU

Patrick Dice was an exceptional man.

A supple moderately trained body with long limbs, beautiful indigo hair and eyes; he was a textbook incarnation of women’ ideal man. Brilliant in both academics and sports and came from prestigious House, he was impeccable. It’s fathomable he gained the moniker ‘prince’.

His popularity encompa.s.sed not only the school ground, regardless of their social backgrounds; as long as they were female they’d at least once fantasized a love story with him.

Mary also thought Patrick’s deportment was good back then. Speaking of ‘a prince who emerged out from fairytale’, as naturally it was she visualized him.

But somehow the one fated to be with Prince Patrick inside the story was not Mary. No matter how rhapsodic she was reading the submersing fairytales, even it was a prince she adored so much, on her imageries she’s not the one standing beside Patrick but someone else.

Although she had grown up it didn’t change, while observing girls around the same age unanimously fell in love with him, she unflappably approached him.

Even right now, she was waltzing with the Patrick everyone adored, howbeit her heartbeat was tranquil.

Obviously it wasn’t out of repugnance; she just calmly followed Patrick’s movements.

“Do I’ve a screw loose?”

“What’s wrong? You’ve been weird for some times now.”

“No, it’s nothing………you too have been glancing at another directions for a while ago. Albeit I’m your partner, I wonder who are you searching for.”

“T-that’s………have no correlation to you.”

“Then, we’re even.”

Two smiles overlapped, Mary looked up at Patrick.

Before her was a refres.h.i.+ng prince everyone idolized and she admitted he indeed had a fetching bearing. Nonetheless there’s no indication of her heartbeat increasing. Whereas when he looked elsewhere, no jealousy or others sentiment surged out.

I wonder why (Mary)…………. As Mary sighed, the tune which had been playing until then subsided.

One song ended.

Consequently, Patrick lowered his head and lifting her skirt’s hem Mary sank slightly, in honor to their emotionless dance.

Thereafter Mary hurriedly vanished from Patrick’s sight; the impetus was of course his next in line dance partners’ vehement glares.

Whilst Mary was blithely insensitive toward their covetous stares, taking her own safety into account ‘escaping’ was a wise notion.  If she haphazardly was to be requested for a dance twice, those flames of jealousy would grill her to death.

Hence, slipping away, Mary quickened her paces out of the venue; Addie who understood even that was waiting while smiling satirically.

“As expected, how excellent.”

“The dance? Or my withdrawal?”

“Both of it”

Addie stifled his cackle; accordingly Mary returned his sardonic smile and stretched her back.

“Then, shall I greet our guests?”

“Please be careful1”

“You should go to where that child (Alicia) is, she’s probably anxious with no one she recognizes beside her.”

“Yes, I hear and comply.”

Ostensibly being vigilant of the surrounding eyes, like a decent servant Addie lowered his head, thus Mary giggled faintly and went to the hordes.

Thence Mary was preoccupied welcoming the guests for a while.

As Albert House’s lady she had to greet tons of individuals, she couldn’t reject any dance invitations.

Especially, today was her father’s celebration. For people that had ardently come, as Albert House’s daughter, ‘upsetting’ them was unpardonable.

That’s why; she had gone hither and thither being gregarious, when the cat she held began to cogitate escaping, she firmly held its arms.

“Ojou…..no, Mary-sama, so you’re here.”

“Addie, what’s wrong?”

From the human swarms, Addie’s face popped up.

While she thought ‘what’s the matter?’, “Please come here.” he pulled her arm and started walking.

Deprived of any explanation she followed Addie outside the manor, the place they arrived to was the garden.

Being illuminated by dim light were small silhouettes of humans, the wind delivered some traces of music from the main hall.

On the center of the garden, bathed unto the moonlight, Patrick and Alice were waltzing.

It’s as if the world belongs only to the two of them, hit by a familiar recollection Mary was dazed.