Chapter 10 (1/2)

Ch.10 The Wife Looked

Authors note:

Viola has thoroughly become like a servant (haha)

The duke is a disappointment. Sorry. m( _ _ )m

The next day again I wore the servant uniform and in high spirits I worked around the inside of the mansion. However I, if I do say so myself, think that, rather than a ‘wealthy socialite wife’, I have become more of ‘maid’ or ‘servant’. But it’s fun so it’s fine!

Today I change the display flower and I go along with Dahlia to the garden. I am searching for Bellis, the head gardener, to ask him which flowers would be good use when, I somehow I end up in a place I had never been before.

To say the least, the duke’s garden is vast.

In time I am as fearful as a lost child.

I truly think that when someone comes to the garden alone, it would be best to bring along food in preparation if there is an accident.

Oops, I got side tracked.

It is an extremely large garden, so it is impossible to understand it all in a week at best.

There is a section hidden among the groves of trees and small thickets.

It becomes impossible to see the mansion

There is a small pond, and on the side of that there stands a small but elegant building. In the pond there is a water wheel, a brook is also flowing out of it. It looks like a little villa. Should I call it a small countryside house? Even so it is nicer than my parents house, I could cry.

Facing the pond is a wood deck, on there a parasol and sofa are placed.

On there the figures of two people can be found.

So that they wouldn’t find us, Dahlia and I hide ourselves amongst a thicket of short bushes. We then drop down, gather branches with leaves still attached, make a camouflage and secretly peak over the thicket.

The two figures were my husband and a woman.

“It feels like we are spies”

I say cheerfully to Dahlia,

“Then aren’t we peeping toms?”

Mumbles Dahlia. Let’s pretend I didn’t hear.

“Hey, is that building the detached building and that woman Calendula?”

I quietly ask Dahlia next to me who, like me, is camouflaged in branches.

“That’s right”.

Like before, a chill floated out of Dahlia, but let’s pretend not to notice.

Because it’s terrible, my face doesn’t want to turn away!

Me and Dahlia, two people with branches on their head for camouflage, observing two other people. How should I put it, I am wholly very interested in peeking☆ Dahlia is shaking her head in refusal.

I don’t know why we are peeping, the Duke and Calendula are lost in their own world.

“Calendula is a very beautiful voluptuous woman~! I wonder, is she a hourglass figure？I’m jealous. Her face is also beautiful”

“Oh, the Duke is sleeping with his head in Calendula’s lap”

“Looks quite like a cat”.

“Calendula is spoiling the Duke? Huh! She’s combing his hair!”

I give a commentary of the two in a low voice to myself.

“She is four years older than Master, so she may think of him as a cute younger brother”

Dahlia replied to my commentary in a careless way. I am curious about what she said so I interrupted my observing for a moment and looked at Dahlia.

“Oh!, Calendula is older?”

“Yes. if I remember correctly she is 28”

“Is that so, so the Duke has a preference for older women”

“mmm? How is that?”,

again Dahlia replied carelessly. If you like pretty older women, then a woman six years younger like me, you would only see a child, right. Furthermore I am far from being a hourglass figure. Certainly it is Out. Of. Consideration!

While chatting sneakily with Dahlia I also steadily keep observing what those two are doing.

However well, how should I say,

When you look at it objectively, it is like a ‘cat grooming’ is being done~

The Duke, a cat with a good coat……snigger!!

“The Duke is a cat attribute?”