You Think I Won't Talk?

I sent the message as soon as I woke up, before even getting dressed actually.

I think the maid handed it to the Butler so he could hand it to the Duke, because, she soon came back and began dressing me leisurely.

This time, before she chose and took out a dress, I stopped her and chose a dress myself. I don’t really care what I wear daily, so I’ve just left it to her these days. Besides, she seems to enjoy choosing my outfits, so I really don’t want to take that away from her. But, since today I am meeting the Duke... I want to make an effort. The image I have of him is one of a caring father, his attitude towards me when I visited him before was one of a father who wanted to give the best to his children.

I find that very cute, for some reason. So I at least want him to see me looking good and reciprocate his efforts in my own way.

’One must be kind to one’s parents. Right, Anne?’

Since the last days have been peaceful, Anne’s body hasn’t shown any weird behaviour. However, the motion of our body movements has not improved. It is still very slow...No, that’s not it. It’s more like it moves without energy.

I am assuming it is because we still haven’t merged completely as one... so, with time it will get better.

Going back to the dress... I picked a pale yellow one that looked simple yet with youthful elegance. And while the maid combed my hair we heard a knock on the door. It was the Butler.

"Miss, I have come to take you to the Duke."

I nodded my head to the maid to let him into the room. To the maid’s voice, He opened the door and saw I was getting my hair done.

"I apologize, My Lady. I see you are not ready yet." — Said the elder, bowing his head. — "I will wait by the door, please do take your time." — He added.

I watched him as he left and closed the door. Feeling a little nostalgic.