CHAPTER 15: A Painted Rose
After that quick dancing lessons from Gabriel, that turned out to be ‘fun’. Now she learned how weak this body is.
“She just need rest, and please, refrain doing excessive energy-draining activities.” The doctor said as she just rolled her eyes, blaming her body again for spending another hours of her life in bed. How fantastic it is for a villain like her, weak and too weak to even run around without getting a stupid fever.
She is too delicate, all the damn time. How can she do things like investigation now? Will she just die like her first life? Will her life progress like before? No.
She knows too damn well, that her reputation has never been worse. And because everybody likes her, she’ll live up to that expectations.
“How are you now, dear Cecelia?” Count Henry asks. And now that she noticed it, the Count cared too much for her?
“I am quite alright Father, no worries.” She only said.
