Scarlett wanted to return immediately, but Victor's hesitation in answering prevented her from leaving easily.
He opened the door to the dressing room and said: “Change your clothes, we will have dinner.”
“Why should I...”
“Aren't you waiting for my answer?”
Scarlett looked at him with twitching lips, but nodded reluctantly.
Victor nodded: “Change your clothes, have dinner, and then I will answer.
Don’t you think the topic is worth thinking about?”
“Okay”
Scarlett responded hesitantly and entered the dressing room.
The dress Victor had prepared was an extremely luxurious pink, requiring four maids to help her put it on.
It took a long time to tie the straps behind her back.
She wore the appropriate dress for major occasions, such as the founding ceremony of the state, and then began wearing hair accessories after wearing the shoes.
Scarlett said incomprehensibly: “Why do I have to dress up like this for dinner at home?”
“Maybe because the master doesn’t want you to come home,” Candice replied as she styled her hair.
Candace brought a tiara that Scarlett was planning to give to a charity event.
“Master said you should wear it.”
“I think wearing this dress is enough effort.”
“Really, isn't it?”
Candace agreed.
Dinner was prepared.
When Scarlett arrived at the dinner table, she found fine plates and cutlery decorated with fresh flowers from the greenhouse.
The dress no longer looks overdone.
Victor was dressed perfectly for dinner.
Scarlett stood at the door, thinking that the centerpiece of this perfect scene was that man.
She walked quietly, and a servant pulled up her chair.
She sat down, and dinner began, still confused.
She began the meal with the table manners that her teacher had strictly taught her, and asked Victor: “Why do you want to have dinner all of a sudden?
And a dress?”
“Don't you like it?”
“No”
Victor laughed: “If you go back to Seventh Street in this outfit, people will have fun.”
“I'm not amused”
“You seem like an interesting topic to talk about.”
“Because people are very curious.”
Scarlett grumbled, then ate a plate of trout with rare winter-coloured vegetables.
The pepper used was great, perfectly matching the taste of the fish.
“This pepper is delicious.”
Victor asked: “The pepper is delicious?”
“Yes, very delicious.
Looks like it would go great on anything.”
“Okay”
Victor didn't look convinced.
Scarlett knew he didn't taste good, but she didn't know to what extent.
I knew the difficulty of blindness from Isaac, but the loss of the sense of taste was mysterious.
In the past, she had avoided the question for fear of hurting him, but now she decided to ask: “Do you taste pepper?”
"Yes."
“To what degree?”
“When you tell me, I think 'Is this true?'”
Victor ate a piece of salmon.
Scarlett looked at him, then returned to the food for fear of being rude: “Have you been like this since childhood?”
“I don't know exactly”
I felt like he didn't want to talk, so I stopped.
But Victor, thinking she resented his short answer, said: “Until the age of five, I didn’t.”
“Really?”
“One day, I felt upset by my mother’s strict lessons, so I ran away and played, and came back very hungry.
I ate greedily, and my mother was surprised.”
Victor smiled as he remembered that moment: “Maybe it was psychological.”
He did not finish the story, but Scarlett's face darkened.
I nodded without question: “I understand.”
She continued eating, then got up, took her plate and stood next to him.
She ate vegetables and said: “Bitter.”
The height difference between Victor sitting and Scarlett standing was not significant.
She tilted her head, cut off a piece of salmon and offered it to him: “Eat it.”
Victor looked at her, then grabbed her hand holding the spoon and pulled her towards him, and ate.
Scarlett and the servants, who turned their faces, were surprised.
Victor chewed slowly, looking at her with a cold look, but she felt different from before.
Scarlett chose a richly peppery piece and placed it on his plate, but he took her hand again and made her feed it to him.
“Is it different?”
Scarlett tried to calm her confusion and asked.
Victor raised the corner of his mouth: “I don’t know.”
She knew he would continue to hold her hand, so she started feeding him directly.
Laughing and eating: “You can stop now.”
“Okay”
Scarlett nodded, and brought out a striped fish covered in grape sauce: “A different fish, with a different texture and taste.
And this one is delicious.”
I also brought a breaded dory fish.
Dinner included three types of fish.
Victor did not refuse the food she offered, and the dinner lasted a long time without them realizing the time.
After the food was almost finished, Victor said: “Are you making all this effort because you want to hear that I won’t go to Festina?”
"Partly.
And also, it bothers me that you can't taste these delicious foods."
“It doesn't affect my life.”
"How could it not?
Great eating fun!"
Scarlett taught him how to read and read to the illiterate.
Then she impatiently grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side table where the remaining foods were.
Unsatisfied, she headed to the kitchen.
Victor felt uncomfortable with her leaving the table during dinner.
If he had done that as a child, what would have happened?
Follow her and she drives confidently.
In the kitchen, Scarlett examined the foods being prepared.
Victor stood at the door, because the kitchen was the domain of the cook only.
The cook shouted: "Miss Scarlett!
You said you shouldn't go into the kitchen, it's dangerous!"
"Good."
“There are knives and fire, why do you enter?”
Scarlett shrugged and took the chocolate puff that was cooling, and put it in a small basket.
“How do you eat the dessert first?” said the maid Polly.
“I will eat more”
Scarlett whispered it as if it were a secret, and went out with the basket.
After turning away from the cook, she presented the basket to Victor: “I stole it.”
“Why would you steal something that was meant for us?”
“To put up with some nagging”
I bit into a chocolate puff.
The crust was hard from the cold, but the inside was warm and melty.
"delicious."
“Am I going to eat it alone?”
She presented the basket again, and Victor took a puff, cut it in half, and ate it: “Delicious.”
“Isn't it?”
Victor didn't quite feel the sweet taste, but he felt psychologically free.
The two returned to the table, and the cook appeared to scold them: “Dinner is still going on, you shouldn’t eat dessert first!”
Scarlett laughed and nodded.
Victor looked at her laughing, and smiled in amazement.
He didn't find this out-of-plan dinner bad.