''Good day, everyone. What are you having for breakfast? '' Rebecca said, a huge and contagious smile on her face. She scanned the room, hoping to catch a peek at the delectable array that greeted them. Her tummy growled in anticipation as she inhaled the delectable aroma drifting from the kitchen.
Freen, who was cooking, didn't even bother to look at the lady, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. She stayed focused on her culinary creation, making certain that every dish was prepared to perfection. The sound of sizzling pots and silverware clinking filled the air, creating a symphony of flavors ready to be savored.
Miss Nam's and Irin's expressions were surprising. Irin, quickly wipe the kitchen table and get a chair for the lady.
''Lady Rebecca, you should have rung the bell to alert me. So, I've prepared a spot for you to sit and enjoy the meal," Irin added nervously, and Lady Rebecca politely accepted the offer and settled into position on the kitchen table, eager to indulge in the culinary wonders before her.
''It's okay, Irin; I wanted to eat with you here, in the kitchen.Lady Rebecca smiled as she spoke. As Lady Rebecca announced her intention to dine in the kitchen, Irin felt a wave of comfort rush over her. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Irin to dine with someone of such renown, and she couldn't help but feel flattered by the invitation.
''Lady Rebecca, your dress may become soiled. "I can bring a tray, and we can eat in the dining room if you prefer," Irin said, motioning to the array of colorful jars and bowls on the kitchen table. "No need to worry, Irin," Lady Rebecca replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I don't mind a little mess, especially when it comes to enjoying good food in good company."
''Lady Rebecca, I am delighted you have finally agreed to join us for breakfast. "We have prepared a delectable assortment of pastries, fresh fruits, and a variety of savory dishes," Miss Nam said with a warm smile. Irin smiled at Miss Nam and nodded, adding, "We also have freshly brewed coffee and an assortment of teas to accompany your meal." Please take a seat and enjoy." Rebecca accepted the seat again, and she slid down the table and sat on the chair, picking up a grape, biting it, and smiling at Miss Nam.
''Hm.. What's with my lady's bright smile in the morning? What happened? ''Miss Nam remarked with a sly grin.
''Well, guess what? '' Rebecca says with a big smile. Miss Nam only stared at her, waiting for Rebecca to tell her what had happened.
Rebecca kept gazing, but this time with expectation, waiting for Miss Nam's reaction. Miss Nam finally came up after a brief pause: "Well, don't keep me waiting! What's the big news?" Rebecca's smile widened as she exclaimed, "Flower girl is REAL, she is REAL Miss Nam!" ''She paid me a visit last night.'' Miss Nam's eyes widened in surprise as she heard Rebecca's comments. "You mean the imaginary friend?" she questioned, her poker face showing as she surreptitiously peered at Freen. Rebecca enthusiastically nodded, recalling every aspect of her meeting with the flower girl.
''Can you tell me who the flower girl is? ''Irin murmured to Miss Nam, perplexed by what was occurring to Lady Rebecca.
''Miss Nam, she visited yesterday night and delivered flowers,'' Rebecca explained.
While Miss Nam and Irin pretend to be listening to Rebecca's story while talking to each other on their own language,
''Someone who enjoys breaking the rules and slipping out in the middle of the night, despite the severe rule that no one is allowed to leave the house during such hours of rest,'' Miss Nam stated, returning her gaze to Freen.
''She also wrote me a letter that I don't comprehend. Because she wrote it in your language, yet it's still moving. Irin, please translate for me. ''' Rebecca murmured with bright eyes, now grasping Irin's hands with hopeful eyes, and Irin nodded hesitantly.
Miss Nam purposefully allowed Freen to hear what Miss Nam and Irn were talking about, and flour fell from her hand onto the floor as Freen's face became pale. She'd been caught red-handed, and now everyone knew what she'd been up to.
''Yes!! ''Thank you, Irin,'' Rebecca replied, an appreciative smile on her face. "I can't wait to read it and feel the emotions she poured into her writing," Irin replied, happy that she could assist her friend.
Irin chuckled, which made Rebecca stare at her, as if she were wondering what she was laughing about.
''It's Freen,'' Irin announced.
Rebecca's forehead furrowed in perplexity. Irin's eyes enlarge, as though she's terrified. ''I mean, Freen has flour on her hair,'' Irin said, Rebecca turning to face Freen. And she discovered Freen in an amusing scenario. While baking, she unintentionally spilled flour on her hair.
And that made Rebecca laugh at Freen. Freen slumped her shoulders, turned back at them, and tried to brush off the flour from her hair, but only ended up making it worse.
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Father ,
I've got your correspondence. I value your kind remarks and the time you spent writing to me.
However, I'm not really pleased with its contents. I'm afraid I don't understand the topic of the letters you wrote. We had a major misunderstanding in our last talk before I went into the ancient home, in my opinion.
I should point out that I am not the one who needs to apologize, since I was the one who George Maurer victimized. As your only child, precisely as you stated in that letter, isn't that right? I was hoping for your help and understanding, but instead I got a letter that was negative and disappointing. It appears that you are unaware of the suffering and agony I endured.
And I'm writing to politely decline their invitation to the family gathering. I think it's best for my wellbeing to keep a distance from individuals who haven't supported me and acknowledged my experiences. It is crucial for me to put my healing first and surround myself with people who respect and truly understand my path.
And sure, I'm doing perfectly great here, away from you, and I couldn't care less about my station in life or my nobility.
I do, however, appreciate the invitation and recognize the value of family gatherings in preserving bonds. In the future, I hope we can find a way to close the gap and reestablish our relationship on the basis of compassion and understanding.
Also, please inform Maure's family that I cannot ask for their forgiveness for the one good deed I have ever committed in my whole life.
PS: I'm not going to wed their son.
Please tell George that he should suck his mother's breast.
Yours,
Patricia
''Hahahah..this letter is epic.'' Tee said, laughing.
''Yeah, it was intense.'' Freen's comment made Tee laugh even harder. "I can't believe Patricia had the audacity to say that! But hey, at least she's not holding back her true feelings."
''You are talking like you know the person. And who ever wrote this letter is in deep trouble.'' Becky butted and raised an eyebrow. "I wonder what George did to deserve such a harsh response." "Well, whatever it was, I don't think Patricia will be attending any family gatherings anytime soon," Tee replied with a smirk.
''I don't think it's funny.'' Freen's serious tone added a somber atmosphere to the conversation. .
'' Yes, I think so too.'' Becky seconded the sentiment, acknowledging the gravity of the situation.
''Relax, people; it's just a letter, and the people involved are already dead.'' Tee tried to lighten the mood. "There's no need to dwell on it too much."
''Hey, people, what's up? '' Jim and Kade join the three at the table.
''Why are you all so serious? '' Kade asked with a puzzled expression. "Did we miss something?" Jim chimed in, looking around at the serious faces.
'' Ah,it's nothing-''
''It's this letter we found in one of the rooms in this mansion.'' Becky was cut off by Tee, who has now brought the old letter to Kade and Jim.
Becky shook her head, while Freen just observed how Becky was so reluctant to share the contents of the letter. Kade and Jim exchanged curious glances before Kade finally spoke up, "Well, if it's bothering you that much, maybe we should all take a look and see what it says."
And they did.
''Are you kidding us? It's the script that they are shooting now.'' Jim exclaimed in disbelief. Kade and Tee exchanged puzzled looks, trying to make sense of Jim's statement. "Wait, so you're saying this letter is actually a script for a movie?" Kade asked, her confusion evident. Jim nodded, a smirk forming on her face as he realized the truth behind the mysterious letter.
''What? '' Becky asked in confusion.
''Seriously? Are you trying to put a prank on us? Where is it? '' Jim and Kade laugh while looking for something in the corners of the room.
''What are you looking for? '' Tee asked.
''Duh,the camera. It's over; we already got it; your prank is a failure.'' They said, still laughing. But the three just looked at them with puzzled expressions, unsure of what Jim and Kade were referring to. "What prank are you talking about?" Tee finally asked, breaking the silence. Jim and Kade exchanged confused glances before realizing their mistake.
''You mean you seriously found this? '' The two finally realized. Becky, Freen,and Tee nodded.
''Woah. This is crazy,'' Jim.
''How? '' Kade.
''It really is on the story look. '' Tee said, showing the page where exactly this letter is written.
''It seems like your daughter is really not taking this union of our family seriously, Lord Armstrong.'' Mrs. Maurer remarked, her voice filled with disappointment. "We had hoped that she would understand the importance of our families coming together." Lord Armstrong sighed heavily, his face etched with concern. "I fear we may need to have a serious conversation with her about her priorities and responsibilities."
''And I know my daughter; I believed she was just not in good condition. That could be the cause of her absence today,'' Mr. Armstrong added, his tone tinged with worry. "Perhaps she is facing some personal challenges that we are unaware of. We should approach her with empathy and try to understand her perspective before jumping to conclusions."
''Personal challenges,? My son's reputation was on the line because of her absence today. We need to address this situation promptly and ensure that she understands the consequences of her actions. It is crucial for her to prioritize her responsibilities and make better choices in the future," Mrs. Maurer again reminded Mr. Armstrong. '' I am not letting my son have this kind of insult during our visit to Siam. The Prime Minister whispered to Mr. Armstrong with conviction.
Mr. Armstrong held the handle of his chair, trying to maintain his composure. He understood the gravity of the situation and knew that resolving it promptly was essential to preserving their reputation. Taking a deep breath, he responded to the Prime Minister, "I assure you, sir, that we will address this matter immediately and ensure that your son is treated with the utmost respect during his visit to Siam."
''Let me just remind you that you will not be standing here now breathing if it weren't for our quick action, just because you cannot hold your dick and hide your pants.'' The Prime Minister said with a hint of threat.
''I will take care of this. I know my daughter refuses me.'' Mr. Armstrong reassured the Prime Minister.
''Good. I don't want another humiliation. As you know, I have already arranged a friendly invitation to the Royal Family for my son and your Asian girl daughter. I expect everything to go smoothly and for your daughter to behave appropriately during the visit. This is a crucial opportunity for both of our families to strengthen our ties and showcase our diplomatic skills."
''And of course you as an ambassador here in Siam, Lord Richard Arnstrong.'' Mr. Armstrong smiled, but again, hold the armchair tight.
And he felt a soft hand, which calmed him down. He looked at his wife, smiling at him with reassurance.
And he held his wife's hand with the other hand and smiled. They are now in their room.
''I don't know what's gotten to our daughter; we already talk about this, right? Why is it so hard for her to understand the situation? She never seems to listen or take our advice seriously." Lord Armstrong expressed his concern to his wife. Despite their efforts to communicate and guide their daughter, they were still puzzled by her resistance to understanding the situation. Am I doing something wrong to her?'' he asks his wife.
''If you have doubts, then why are you still doing this to our daughter? '' His wife asks, looking into his eyes.
He looked at his wife intently. He could see the concern and love in her eyes, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for their daughter's behavior. Deep down, he wondered if there was something more they could do to bridge the gap between them and help her understand.
''You don't understand how much I blame myself for her actions," he admits, his voice filled with guilt. "I just want to find a way to make things right and ensure she grows up to be a happy and well-adjusted individual." His wife reaches out and gently squeezes his hand, reassuring him that they will figure it out together.
''And what makes you think she will be happy being married to the Prime Minister's son? '' His wife questions, her voice filled with concern. "We need to consider her own desires and aspirations rather than assuming what will make her happy. It's important to have open conversations with her, listen to her thoughts and dreams, and support her in finding her own path in life."
''Find her own path? ''He asks, raising an eyebrow. "Yes," his wife responds with a nod. "Just like we did when we were her age, it's important for her to have the freedom to explore her own passions and make choices that align with her values and ambitions."
''No.'' He said almost a whisper, his voice filled with concern. "I don't want her to make the same mistakes we did. We should guide her towards a more secure and stable future."
''Are you saying you are regretting what we had and the decisions we made? "His wife asks, her voice tinged with surprise. "No, I'm not saying that," he replies, shaking his head. "I just want to ensure that she has a strong foundation and doesn't have to face the same challenges we did."
''Are you sure about that? '' His wife said, not believing that he was being completely honest. She had sensed a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone and wondered if there was something more he wasn't expressing.
''I am going to make her marry the prime minister's son. And that is final.'' His wife's eyes widened in shock at his unexpected declaration. She couldn't help but feel a mix of concern and curiosity about his sudden determination to secure such a high-profile match for their daughter.
''Lord Armstrong. '' A male voice broke the tension inside with a knock on their door.
''What is it, Mr. Lee? '' Mr. Armstrong answered, not minding getting up from his chair; instead, he frustratedly lit his tobacco.
''A letter from young lady Rebecca.'' Mr. Lee's answer was in a faint voice.
''Get in.'' Mr. Armstrong answered.
'' Let me see it,'' says Mrs. Armstrong excitedly, but
''You won't understand that it is written in English,'' said Mr. Armstrong.
''I can help translate it for you,'' offered Mr. Lee, stepping forward. ''I studied English in university and can assist with any language barriers.'' Mrs. Armstrong gratefully accepted his offer, eager to read the letter from their daughter.
''NO. I can do that myself. You can get out, Mr. Lee.'' Mr. Armstrong said firmly. Mr. Lee nodded and left the room.
Mrs. Armstrong sat on the bed quietly, waiting for her husband to tell her what's written on their daughter's letter.
But she was startled when Mr. Armstrong crumpled the letter and threw it into the wastebasket. "I don't want to hear a word from her," he muttered, his face filled with anger and disappointment. Mrs. Armstrong's heart sank as she realized the depth of her husband's resentment towards their daughter. She knew it would take time and patience to mend their fractured relationship.
''That ungrateful kid! '' He shouted and left the room.
Mrs. Armstrong, on the other hand, remained seated, her mind racing with thoughts of how to bridge the growing divide between her husband and their daughter. She knew that it would require understanding and open communication to repair the damaged bond, but she also understood that it wouldn't be an easy task. As she knows, her daughter is a little bit aloof with her too, as she left the poor kid with her grandmother in the United Kingdom. As that was what her husband thought would be best, she really misses her daughter so much.
With that thought, she picked up the crumpled letter, uncrampled it, and saw the beautiful handwriting of her daughter.
She ran her fingers through the letters, feeling them on paper, and her tears fell as her heart sank.
Hearing her husband's footsteps coming back into the room, she quickly hid in her closet under her underwear.
I took note of what Mr. Lee had offered her earlier.
''What are you doing? '' Mr. Armstrong asked.
''Richard.''