Viscount lady - Chapter 5
I drank the whole cup in no time. Tips if you attend a lot of proms. I learned how to turn down dance requests. The best excuse is still shoes.
Shoes were a problem since you don’t know whether to dance, it is often used to refuse without hurting the other person when you don’t want to dance. I’m sorry, shoes.
‘Going out.’ To drink another glass of champagne and to fill up a slightly hungry stomach, Ingrid walked towards the drawing room.
The living room of this mansion was on the second floor. Exit the hall and walk down the hallway a little to the left.
‘No one is there.’ Perhaps everyone was not interested in food, and the drawing room was empty.
Picking up the bottle of champagne in the ice bucket, filling my glass, Ingrid put a cherry in her mouth.
On the table decorated with white tablecloths were prepared food prepared with great care. “Caviar is not good, tarts are delicious so I will taste one.” Ingrid’s tasted sweet desserts. But my stepmother told me not to eat sweets because they made me gain weight. It’s a life where you can’t eat whatever you want.
‘If I get married, I will eat five walnut tarts every day. I’ll eat pan d’Or, sprinkled with sugar, every day.’ A wedding to eat dessert. That’s a bit harsh, but I really like dessert.’
Life without eating was miserable.
“oh. It’s Fritule.” Ingrid’s eyes lit up. Fritule, my favourite dessert,”what should I do. This is much better than dancing.”
Okay. Don’t go out alone today, but fill your stomach with dessert in the living room. Wearing a mask, no one will know who the ravenous beast who ate up all the dessert at the ball.
Then I can eat as much as I want.
“tasty. What did they put in it?” What did you put in Fritule? Is it so delicious? Holding a Fritule in one hand and a glass of champagne in the other, Ingrid began to eat the dessert with great relish.
‘Is it a bit dizzy…? Ingrid, who ate so much that she didn’t have to eat dessert for a while, sat down on the sofa. ‘Have you eaten too much? or was it the champagne? Am I drunk?’ I drank only four glasses of champagne. Her four glasses of champagne was not enough to make her drunk.. Besides, the champagne wasn’t strong either.
But, like a drunken man, her vision shook and her head throbbed. ‘Drunk.’ Then, in Ingrid’s gaze, she looked towards the Fritule she was holding and sniffed it. It smelled like alcohol. It smelled like rum.
‘I’m done for.’
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