Viscount lady - Chapter 7
As Ingrid oscillated between shame and conscience, I went down the stairs and entered the garden. There are not many people in the back garden. Most of them gathered in the fancy hall or the front rose garden, but they only came to the rear garden in the same way as when they had a secret meeting.
“oh……!” It was then that Ingrid’s shoes were taken off.
“Sit here for a moment.”
The man sat Ingrid under the tree. And placed her shoes next to her naked feet.
“I’ll put on my shoes.” I had to say no to a man I didn’t know. He couldn’t just pull my shoes off and step on the grass. But I’m starting to lose my mind.
I couldn’t open my eyes properly. I got too drunk.
‘Where do you live, no… how is the carriage? I need to tell you what it is….
I tried to write, but my eyes gradually closed.
Okay. Ingrid’s drinking habit was to sleep after getting drunk. I don’t sleep for a while, but I drink If you drink too much, you fall asleep. And now, the eyelids were coming down heavily.
‘You can’t sleep in a place like this…!’ But no matter how much I shouted not to sleep, my consciousness was already fading away. A clown came in through the closed and opened eyelids, putting shoes on my feet. What does he say as he looks at her?
‘I can’t hear… What are you talking about?’
Ingrid’s head fell. Eventually she fell asleep.
‘Arrgh. My head… ‘
Then Ingrid slowly opened her eyes, wrapping her hands around her throbbing head.
The first thing I noticed was the shape of the ceiling. “This is my room……” Of course, it was the ceiling of the embankment. I turned my head to the side and opened the curtains. The rolled up window caught my eye. I saw the sun pouring in.
The sun had risen already.
‘How did I get back yesterday?’
I only remembered attending the ball, eating sweets, and getting out of the mansion drunkenly with the help of a clown masked man. He pulled off my shoes and I can’t remember what happened after that.
I can’t remember how I got back in the carriage, but I got home safely anyway.
“Oh my God, what kind of alcohol have you been drinking so much that you can’t control yourself?” The stepmother came in with a nagging voice. Now, Ingrid has put on a blanket. My head is already ringing. I didn’t even want to hear your nagging.
“Get up and drink this.”
“I was drunk last night…”
“Have you got a hangover?”
Stepmother ripped off the blanket. Reluctantly, Ingrid sat up and took the plate her stepmother had given her.
“You have to eat it all.”
The dish on the plate was steamed mussels.
Okay. Haejang cooked it with olive oil. The mussel stew is the best. And the cook my stepmother hired this time was very good.
“By the way…? Ingrid, who ate a spoonful of the broth, asked the stepmother carefully.
“Do you know how I got back yesterday?”
“yes? You came back by carriage. why?”
“Oh no… Of course I would come back in a carriage, did he come on foot? ‘Should I just ask Sam?’
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