Noticing that Violet hadn't caught up with him yet, Victor stopped and called out to her. "Don't stay there or go home alone," he said half threateningly. Violet regains her focus and catches up with Victor as they walk toward a car parked some distance from where they last spoke.Victor started the engine and drove away from the French Quarter. At the start of the ride, Violet asked, "What do you have to do here?" to Victor, who was focused on driving his black luxury car."I wanted to go somewhere.""Does that include your job?""No, it doesn't. I'm free today, so I went on personal business. But I saw you at the street market, looking so happy that you wouldn't even notice if someone came to kidnap you."Violet pursed her lips again. Victor's words were economical, but sometimes they sounded scathing and emotionally draining. Fortunately, Violet wasn't the type of person who was easily provoked, so it was no problem for her to reply to his harsh words with something similar.
There were many cars parked and the surroundings were crowded, was there something special going on today?"What's going on here?" asked Violet, Victor didn't answer her and just walked until he entered a room where a painting exhibition was being held.Ah... Violet remembers that Victor seems to like painting, considering the conversation they had in the car the first day Violet came to New Orleans. "You really like painting, don't you...?" Violet asked, and Victor again didn't answer her.He remembered that Violet had asked him that question before. He should have known that Victor liked paintings without having to ask like an idiot. That's why Victor ignored her and continued looking at the paintings."What style of painting do you like?" asked Violet, asking the same question she had asked earlier that day. Victor even remembered it and had answered it that day. This time, Victor was also going to ignore Violet's question.Of course, that made Violet a little disappointed. Wh
As the days passed, she didn't realize that she had already passed seven dawns and seven twilights in her current residence. As the week passed, Violet was busy learning about the Melrose House and its rules. It was something new that she wasn't used to. Violet was learning how to behave with the politeness and grace of a royal lady even though she came from a fairly remote village. Violet didn't know what that meant. Alexa had never said that her rules were a green light to walk down the aisle with her favorite Little Boy, but obeying the Melrose House rules was a helpful way for her to stay by her man's side. Violet just went along with it even though it was unclear what she would become in this place. Just like any other morning, Violet would enjoy her morning by drinking tea and chatting with the ladies. "Good morning, Violet!" Violet was getting used to the atmosphere on Melrose. The people she met were kind, although at first they were just like Alexa and Jessie, who couldn'
Violet was shocked by Lucy’s words, but she had no reaction but to remain silent. The words Alexa, Lucy, Emma, or even Catherine had said seemed to support something that couldn’t even be confirmed. Victor liked her? Violet asked that question again in her mind. Her feelings were mixed. She felt like she was being catapulted into the high heavens. But because she was floating so high, she felt scared and anxious. Did Victor really like her? "Well... I don't know what to answer." Violet smiled awkwardly, taking a sip of her tea and motioning that they should stop talking about her and Victor's relationship. Violet didn't want to get all excited over uncertain analyses, while she herself felt anxious about her unclear status because Victor hadn't come back to see her. Does Victor really like her? Or is she just a woman he's temporarily collecting to fulfill his desire for the opposite sex? Either way, Violet can't immediately believe that Victor is truly in love with her. Especia
It was already the second day since her encounter with Scarlett Smith and three days since Violet had last seen Victor Leighton.It felt like there was no time not to think about Victor. Violet is trapped by a nagging anxiety that she really wants to see Victor. But when she thought back to her conversation with Scarlett and what the woman had told her about Victor, Violet couldn't decide what look she would put on in front of the man."I think about Victor all the time as if he's occupied a space in my heart and brain!" Violet sneered to herself which ended with her standing still.Yes... that's right. Violet was thinking about Victor? Was it because Victor had really occupied a space in her mind and brain?Violet shook her head several times, trying to deny the absurd question that had suddenly crossed her brain. There was no way she could make room for him in her mind. From any aspect, Victor was not the type of man who could easily enter a place in her heart. Especially consid
Violet was silent, glancing at Emma who seemed to take great offense at Lucy’s words.It was fine if that was the case for Lucy, but for Emma, who Violet had heard stories and perspectives from, Draven’s presence was very important. Violet knew that all too well, so it wasn’t a surprise to her that Emma would immediately make a displeased face upon hearing Lucy’s remark.“Tsk, you’re no fun at all, Sister Lucy!” Emma rolled her eyes sarcastically, then walked away from Lucy by swimming to the other side of the pool. Jessie didn’t make any comment about Lucy’s remark, even though she knew it was a bit rude for the immature Emma to hear.But Jessie chose to remain silent, she already knew that this was Lucy’s nature. “I think I’m done,” she said, looking for an excuse to leave the pool and the not-so-calm atmosphere.Jessie’s departure left Violet with a heavy heart. Surely she wasn’t so stupid that she didn’t realize it was because of her. If Jessie had known Violet was blaming herself
She had already decided on where she was going to go to execute her plan tomorrow morning, the first place she was going to visit was already decided. "I'll go to his school first," Violet said, making sure the plan she had made was well thought out and didn't pose any risks. "Miss Lucy was right, I shouldn't have told Victor. I hope he doesn't come tomorrow to see me."The girl with the golden blonde mane rested her chin on her head, staring at her makeup tools and then playing with one of them in the same, repetitive motion. She suddenly felt curious about what Victor was doing. "What is he doing now... I wonder," she muttered absently.A moment later, Violet caught her cell phone's presence. A cell phone that was always empty and that she never used except to call her mother. As she looked at the phone, Violet remembered what Victor had said that day."If it's you, no matter how busy I am, I'll pick up."Those were the words of Victor that Violet remembered. It made Violet smil
Violet opened her eyes when the sun had not yet risen from the horizon. It wasn't that her sleepiness was over, she could still feel her eyes heavy to open but her body refused to fall asleep after her sleep was interrupted by the chill in the air. She sat on the edge of her bed, silent and remembering her night. A typical night, she had finished her outing with Victor and ended up having dinner together. After that she returned and soon decided to go to bed. However, she distinctly remembers not wearing long-sleeved pajamas last night. She only wore a sleeveless nightgown and that was probably the reason she woke up from the cold. Violet looked back at the bed, looking at the blanket she had worn last night. Her brow furrowed faintly. "Did I wear a blanket last night?" she asked herself. As far as she could remember, Violet hadn't worn any blankets or cloths to keep her body warm. It was because she was too tired, and felt unable to keep her eyes open long enough to even put on he