You Think I Won't Talk?

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"Madame! You cannot–! You need the cla–"

"Eh! Give me that! Step aside!"

Bang!

"!?!?..." — ’What the–?!..... Uh? It’s the funny mood–’

"Humph...! Eh, Figurati... Take that thing away! The Ninth cannot use that outdated design!" — Displaying displeasure behind her fancy fan the strong-tempered woman judged the busy scene in the child’s Chambers.

"Hurry! Leave that over there... Be careful with that! Ignorant fool..."

Pacing inside with determined steps she gave instructions to the servants following her and only once done, she turned excessively flashy with heavy makeup.

"Oh! Lady Marianne! Sei bella da impazzire!¹ Madame Fannie has come to enhance that allure of yours!... The gall these men have! Sono Fuori Di Testa!².. Ah~! Mamma Bella... Yet that is not the issue."

’fig–.... Fuo–..... Madame, I barely understand Italian... But indeed... The issue is... Why are YOU here???’

Confused, the goal of The Madame’s invasion blinked in her surrounded position, as the women did their best to polish her every nook after the long yet lavish soak from which her natural flowery scent gained hypnotizing strength.

"To think you almost wear this dull dress to this significant event..... Ma neanche per sogno, Signorina!!¹"