*T/L: Hey there, I know my translation isn't perfect, so if there's something wrong, comment below, I will edit it.
The place where the carriage arrived was a beautiful and magnificent mansion. Olivia looked up at the mansion. It was a gorgeous appearance, and I didn't know it. A large carriage stood in front of the porch. The door of the carriage opened and a man dismounted. He was handsome enough to catch his eye at once, but what caught Olivia's attention was the silver hair of Shirin like moonlight. It was the first time I saw hair of the same color as my hair. So Olivia blurted out.
"Father?"
Even if you don't hear the answer, your intuition is ahead. That man is my father, my mother said. The man's eyes slowly turned to Olivia. As soon as her eyes met, Olivia felt a thud somewhere in her body. That man, so my father. Did not return me.
"... I need to start with the teacher of etiquette."
A cold voice reached his ears. A brown-haired man glanced at the people next to the gate. Within, the door opened without a sound. Jewel-like ceiling lanterns and floor-to-floor carpets. The mansion smelled warm and good. My father walked back into the house. Olivia followed her father without knowing what to do.
"Geo, you've come."
It was then. The sweet voice broke. The beautiful woman, coming down the stairs, opened her eyes and looked at Olivia. I was the first woman to be so beautiful except my mother.
"Geo. Me, the kid is the replacement."
"Hazel. You said you would never send our Ezella to the Imperial Palace. I needed a kid to send instead of Ezella."
An unknown story came and went. Shocked, the woman jumped up the stairs.
"Hazel!"
His father followed him. Olivia, alone for an instant, clenched her fists. The people who showed up everywhere were confused.
"Madelaine's blood looks right. That covetous silver foot."
"This is what happened. I didn't know the Duke would."
"Green eyes. I'm gonna get such menial blood on noble Madeleines."
I knew that it was not good if I didn't understand it well. It was then. Mate-someone appeared with applause.
"Let's all go into place and work."
At the appearance of the old gentleman, the people quickly disappeared. The old gentleman eyed Olivia.
"I'll see you for the first time. Lady. Albert Langcheison, Madeleine's butler."
It was a sweet voice, but the butler's eyes did not smile.
"... It's Olivia."
"You'll be tired, but I'll guide you from the room first. Anna."
At the butler's words, an older woman walked.
"Wash the lady and lead her into the room."
That was the conversation. I didn't eat lunch or dinner, but no one asked Olivia about that. My mother wanted to see. * * *
"Won, my eyes are strange, and my mother was a street dancer. It's a different dimension to Lady Ecella."
Anna smirked and talked to the users surrounding me. One of them found a thread anklet next to Anna.
"But what's that? Pretty, right?"
"Have it? You're from the Turning bell?"
"Is that her? a. Dirty."
One of the laughing people threw the thread anklet into the trash can. And flesh was attached to Anna's story. Somehow, it was bad nature to cry yesterday using evil. Menial blood is there. In four hours, the story of the new lady and her mother spread to the Duke's house. The duke, hearing the butler's report, ordered things to be arranged.
"Paste your mouth heavy nanny, do not let it sound futile."
"Yes."
The butler bowed. Mouth heavy and cheapest nanny. The story that the nanny was kicked out of her last home for bullying the muppet was irrelevant to the butler. * * * The touch of combing the hair was soft. Olivia blinked apprehensively. The room was beautiful, decorated in pink and sky blue. There were no rats on the bed. But Olivia was not pleased. There was nothing for me here, even the thread ankles were taken away. I couldn't get out of the room. The only person to see was a new nanny a few days ago. Olivia said carefully.
"Me, nanny. I want to go outside today."
The nanny said sweetly.
"No. Lady. You know."
"... Why?"
"When you see the lady, the duke is heartbroken."
Olivia clenched her lean shoulders. Nanny said more affectionately.
"You know the duchess was lying down, right?"
Olivia opened her eyes and looked at the nanny. If you're a duchess, you're a beautiful person who ran to the second floor.
"Moll, it was."
"You didn't know. No, you said you didn't know. Because of the lady, this late Duke of Madelaine became a laughing stock."
"Well, what do you mean."
"Didn't you know this?"
The nanny covered her mouth and looked at Olivia as if she were sick. The touch of combing the hair became more and more rough. Oh, oh. Olivia groaned a little, but the nanny murmured, poor lady.
"Fie. No one seems to tell our lady the truth. I need to tell you this nanny."
The nanny smiled.
"It's all because the lady came into this house."
"...."
"The Duke and the couple fought, who never quarreled in their lives."
"...."
"The first muppet noticed, the second muppet began to cry every night."
"...."
"Poor Lady Ezella has changed from a precious maid to a second daughter."
Olivia's heart throbbed. No. A feeble denial popped out of her lips, but the nanny said as if she had nailed it.
"It's all about the lady."
"No."
"Lady. I told you the first day. This nanny never tells a lie."
The snake-like cunning knocked Olivia's heart. On the first day, the nanny did. I'll never tell you a lie with that kind of face. That day, the nanny washed me with hot water. On white bread, the soup gave up to the fruit you first saw. Even when I slept,I read fairy tales. Is it really. Olivia grew smaller. It's all about me. The young face was full of confusion. The nanny, who saw the face, said sweetly.
"This silver hair doesn't suit a lady at all."
"My head?"
"The silver foot is a token of the Duke of Madelaine. It's not the head to go to a lady. She entered this house because of this silver foot."
I couldn't understand what the nanny was saying.
"I came here because I was my father's daughter... "
"No. It's all thanks to this silver foot. Do you think she would have dared to come here if it hadn't been for this silver foot?"
The nanny's eyes were wide. Then Olivia's arm ached. Oh, Olivia groaned, but the nanny did not pull out of strength.
"Do you want to cut this hair today?"
"Si, I hate it."
Olivia tried to root out her nanny's arm. It was the hair my mother always combed beautifully. I had no thread ankles, and I didn't want to lose any more traces of my mother. The nanny sighed indignantly.
"The lady is so selfish. Do you want the duke and duchess to be sick while you keep looking at this silver hair?"
Olivia, swallowing the cup, eventually broke down crying. There was no one to soothe, and the nanny continued to entrap Olivia. Awesome, Olivia had her hair cut. Olivia cried once again, but the nanny laughed, saying it was the best thing to do. After that, the nanny did not bring rice properly. Once a day. Coarse barley bread and a glass of water were all. Such days ensued. In the un-cleaned room, dust blew from the pole pole. Nobody cared about Olivia. Olivia continued to be hungry, thirsty. One day, it was a night when the nanny did not return. Olivia left my room livid. I was hungry. If you find a kitchen, you'll have something to eat. I had no way of knowing where the kitchen was in this house, but it was better than being in the room. But Olivia, who came out of the hallway, immediately regretted it. The spacious, quiet corridors were dark and scary. Olivia, walking through the wall, fell. It was a normal thing to get up with your knees, but it wasn't now. Lying on this fluffy satin carpet, my mother seemed to come. It was when I saw my mother and wanted to cry.
"There, who are you?"
Olivia looked up in a beautiful voice. Someone came to Olivia's side when she wanted the lights to go down. Olivia, glaring at the bright lights, was startled to see her opponent's face.
"You...."
It was the duchess. The duchess, with covetous brown hair and brown eyes, seemed to have dry cheeks somewhere sore, even as Olivia looked. The nanny's words flashed.
"You know the duchess was lying down, right?"
"You fell."
"Sin, song."
It was almost the same time. She looked up for a moment, unlike Olivia, who was shaking when she did not hear him properly.
"What?"
"I'm sorry."
Olivia apologized in a small voice that seemed to crawl.
"What are you sorry for?"
"You're sick. It's because of me. I'm sorry."
"... Who does."
"... Go nanny."
Mrs. heavenward sighed. The sigh was more frightening, and Olivia bit her lips. But there was a warm warmth over my head.
"Why did the kid come out alone this night?"
It was strange. He said he was lying down because of me. The nanny said she would hate me very much. The voice asking me was somehow warm. Olivia looked up slowly. Epileptic expectations have risen. And as soon as their eyes met, Olivia said, without knowing.
"Hungry, hungry."
There was a clang in Olivia's stomach as if it were timing. At the sound from the empty stomach, Mrs. once more stroked Olivia's head.
"Yeah. I need to eat something. Can it happen?"
Olivia nodded. As he rose from his seat, his wife, who was lowering her gaze, straightened herself up. And he reached out to Olivia. Olivia looked alternately at his hands and his wife's face with sullen eyes.
Then his wife took Olivia's little hand. My wife's hands are so soft and warm. I thought I couldn't reach it. Olivia tried to pull her hand away, but she held Olivia's hand tighter.
"The stairs are darker. It hurts when you fall."
Mrs. Lee's voice was warm. Olivia walked after his wife with bowed head. I regretted what came out earlier. I thought it was good to come out. * * * Soup with dry white bread and meat on the table, as well as fresh salads and yellow fruit juice. It was full of delicious food, but Olivia couldn't hold a fork.
"Come on, eat. I think you're hungry."
Mrs. sat directly in front of him said. But when she heard him, Olivia looked up small and looked at his wife.
"Don't like bread much?"
"I like it, very much."
"Then eat. If you continue to be hungry, you are not tall."
"Baby eat more. If you're hungry, you won't be tall later?"
Oddly enough, it seemed to me that my mother's mischievous voice was heard above her words. So Olivia reached out blindly and grabbed the bread. This was the first time I had such a sweet and delicious bread. Olivia's gaze was all over the food. Olivia never knew whether his wife's eyes were directed to his lean arms or to his strangely cut head as if he were a rat. After eating all the food, olivia drank orange juice and rolled her eyes again.
"What's wrong with your hair."
Mrs. said first. Olivia hesitated for a moment and replied.
"... Cut."
"Who cut it like that? When I saw it a few days ago, it was neat."
"... Go nanny."
"Your nanny?"
"Yes."
His wife's eyebrows rose. Olivia twirled her fingers. Somehow, his wife seemed angry. It was all about me.
"... Sorry."
It was a crawling voice. I felt a stare, but I couldn't look up.
"The nanny said she needed to cut more. I cut it a little bit because I didn't like it."
Maybe when the nanny asked me to push her head, I should have pushed it. But I wanted to leave a little bit.
"... What did the nanny say to you to cut your hair?"
"... If my head is intact, it hurts both of you."
"... Again. What else did the nanny say to you?"
"... You two are hard for me. It's all because of me that this place has subsided."
Within, a light sigh came out. The sigh was as heavy as a heap on his shoulder. I wanted to see what her wife was looking like. I didn't want to see it at the same time. I wanted to run to my cold room, not this warm room. I wanted to hide in a place where no one could see. It was then. A gentle touch stroked his cheek. In that warm warmth, Olivia looked up. His wife was looking at me.
"Let me be clear."
"...."
"This is not your fault. Kid."
"My, I said I was to blame."
Olivia squealed. It was strange. The nanny said it was all my fault. My wife, who was lying down because of me, said it wasn't my fault. Olivia gripped the hem.
"No."
His wife's voice was strong. He was careful to raise his chin. She didn't laugh, but she wasn't angry. Olivia sweetened her lips. Obviously, the face that ran to the second floor seemed to be in tremendous shock.
"Really, me, didn't you do anything wrong?"
At that moment, Mrs. laughed as if crying. Olivia kept her mouth shut without knowing. "Yes," he answered, slowly sweeping Olivia's cheek.
"... Of course. You ain't wrong."
I wronged. A loud voice followed, but Olivia could not understand the meaning of the words. It was good to have this warm that I just felt for a long time, and it was good to have a beautiful wife who told me it wasn't my fault. The tension was lifted, and the eyelids sat down. I tried to open my eyes hard, but my eyes closed. Today seemed to dream a good dream. Mrs. Looming's voice was heard.
"This nanny, bring me forward right now."