Francis
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“Yes please.
Juliet, let’s go back.”
Regina went to the terrace and saw Simone leaving in the carriage with Juliet, and murmured: “Why don't your headaches get better even if you drink tea that's good for your health?
Isn’t that strange?”
As Iris looked at the wagon that was getting smaller and smaller, she turned around and went back to her room.
* * * * *
Juliet's upbringing was uneventful, but Simone did not let Juliet leave her room until she was fully familiar with the nobility.
Today, Julieta was listening to Simone's incoherent speech about her habit of standing on one leg, shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head.
Simone had been pestering her for a long time and ordered Vera to bring her her usual tea, as she had a headache again.
“Don’t you drink a lot?”
In less than two hours after entering Juliet's room, Simone was already ordering a fourth cup of tea.
They said that even the healthiest food was no good if eaten in excess, and Julieta began to worry about Simone drinking tea like water.
Simone's gaze softened a little at Julieta's expression looking at the mug with suspicious eyes, a frown on her face.
Although she would have exploded when she was angry if it was the same as before, she didn't want to do that for some reason.
Simone was screaming at the top of her lungs for a while and said in a strangely soft voice: "I have a headache, so I can't go on without drinking tea."
“Did you have a checkup with a doctor?
I think it’s better to find the root cause than to rely on tea.”
Juliet remembered several brain diseases she had seen in modern times.
‘Is the same type of disease present here?’
“Of course I do.
The doctor said he could find no other specific cause for the headache and only said it could be neurotic.”
Tilting her head, Juliet thought:
‘Heavens, I made the same mistake about my habit.’
This habit was not easily corrected, so it appeared to be serious.
Juliet waited for the furious rebuke that would follow, but Simone was silently drinking tea, saying nothing.
Julieta delved deeper into the subject: “If he is neurotic, is it because of the princess?
Are you worried I’ll make a mistake?”
Simone looked at Juliet as if she had sinned, as she once again shrugged her shoulders.
“Of course, I'm up to something so dangerous that I can't help but care.
So don't think unnecessary sinful thoughts, and just impress what you've learned on your body and mind so that my headaches don't get worse,” Juliet said to Simone, who was sitting down as if she was about to start class again.
“If you have a headache with no specific cause, why not try exercising and reduce the number of times you drink tea?”
“Exercise?
What do headaches have to do with exercise?”
“The root of all diseases is lack of exercise.
I noticed that you don't even seem to leave the mansion.
If you stay at home like this, you will definitely get sick.”
Julieta turned her neck herself and massaged her shoulders.
“If you take some time to go for a walk outside and do this neck workout or massage your shoulders…”
“What kind of horrible act is this?” Simone had been soft for a while, and her attitude completely changed suddenly, as if she had never done this.
Julietta stopped rubbing her shoulders, which had stiffened while maintaining her stiff posture, immediately.
“What the hell have you learned so far?
Do we need to start all over again?”
At Simone's words, Julieta quickly straightened up.
“No, I'll continue with what I was doing before,” Juliet grumbled, adjusting her position as she covered her mouth, her gaze direct, and remembered how to express her feelings with a folded fan.
“Can’t I just say things?
I think it's a waste of time to use a fan to express my feelings during a conversation.”
Juliet once again remembered what it meant when she put the fan around her right eye, what it meant when she hit it on her right arm, what it felt like when she folded it and had to bear the urge to throw the silk fan she was holding out the window.
Simone stood in front of Juliet, restarting the delicate position of the fan.
“You will find it very convenient when you don't want to say anything unpleasant.For example, if you want to refuse your opponent's dance request, it's better to express your feelings with a fan than to think about what you say.
Further down!”
Julieta adjusted the position of the fan as Simone had said.
“Oh, well, that would be convenient.”
“It is as dangerous as it is comfortable.
If you do something wrong, it may lead to a misunderstanding.
Therefore, you must be familiar with its correct usage.
Again, not good.”
* * * * *
That night, Juliet was finally released from Simone well after dinner and fell into bed.
“You have to change your clothes, so get up.
And a noble lady doesn’t lie in bed like that, or the bed might break.”
She thought she was finally free from Simone's nagging, but now she was tormented by Vera.
“Vera, give me a break today.
My arms are so numb and my back is stiff from fan language and whatnot.”
Julieta lay down on her stomach, clenching her right fist, opening it and making a sound of pain.
Vera grabbed his arm as he lay on the bed and started massaging it up and down.
“Uh, your hands are so gentle.
But I'm fine, so you can stop.
I’m going to get up.” Julieta got up on the bed, interrupting Vera's massage.
“Vera, you’ve been on your feet all day and have had a really hard time waiting for the Marquise, so sit down and rest.”
Vera turned her head, as if she hadn't noticed Julieta bending and straightening to loosen her normally rigid waist.
“My lady, I have to bring your meal, so you should change your clothes first.”
Juliet had to wear a corset and panier, which she had never worn before to get used to it, and looked at Vera pathetically.
“So, can I get into my pajamas right now?
There’s no one coming into the room anyway.”
Vera looked at Juliet as badly as possible and said with the same helplessness: “Only today.
If madam finds out, you will be in big trouble.”
“Yes, just today.”
Juliet put on her favorite pajamas, a gift from the prince, and lay down on the bed with a happy expression.
“Don't fall asleep, wait for me.
New pajamas arrived, I don’t know why you’re just wearing the weird pajamas.”
Vera looked at Julieta rolling around on the bed, while organizing her clothes.
“The new pajamas are so stiff, with lace and frills, that I’m afraid I’m going to die choking on the lace while I sleep.”
“I think pajamas that big would be equally uncomfortable.”
“I’m used to them now.
I know how to sleep comfortably and not get tangled up.” Juliet hid her face in a soft blanket and smiled happily.
“I'm very happy to be able to sleep in these bedding.
Even though education is hard and I’m worried about the coming out party in a month.”
Vera looked at Julieta, who didn't like anything, and thought about Lady Regina.
She was a cousin of the same blood and the same age, but she didn't understand why their origins, personality and behavior were so different.
“Yes, my lady.
I'm going to get a meal.
Please wait, even if you are sleepy.”
Vera smiled unconsciously at Julieta, who responded by bouncing her feet up and down.
‘It would be better if she was a real princess.
That would make your madam more comfortable.’
Vera was surprised by the casual thought, shook her head quickly and went downstairs.
* * * * *
“What the hell are you doing?”
Observing Simone who was drinking the tea that was good for headaches again, Julieta got up and started massaging her shoulders.
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