"What should I do if you come this late!"
"It was so sudden that it took time to prepare. Why are you urging me so suddenly?"
"Suddenly... I suddenly received a secret invitation to some kind of outdoor party!"
Lizzy was excited. Violet asked, noticing her fidgeting.
"What happened? Why did you have to call my family? Because it's close?"
"Can you show me the invitation? I'll decorate it to match the invitation."
As Violet patted Lizzy's arm and comforted her, Lizzy quickly took out an invitation and held it out.
Yefimchuk is invited to a secret ball in the garden of the Chiron branch of the Kanik Hotel.
Winter blooming
Violet's eyes were briefly fixed on her husband's signature on the invitation. Lizzy waved her Violet arm as if to get her attention.
"The famous Winter Blooming even sent a secret invitation! All the famous people on the continent will come to the ball! Everyone will realize that I am a country bumpkin from this country."
"Why do you think that?"
"You know it all when you see it. Ah, what should I do as a gift... What I can buy will definitely not be memorable. What do you like? You know this because you're from Rockround, right?"
Violet quietly decorated Lizya's hair with white flowers that bloom in the summer. There was no need to send flowers that much, but when Violet saw that she had called her, it seemed like she was just excited and at a loss and needed someone to talk to. Violet thought for a moment and opened her mouth.
"It would be good if you brought some olive oil."
"Just olive oil?"
"The olive oil that the Yefimchuk family makes themselves is truly excellent. It's much colder here than here, so olives don't grow here. The only things I could find there were trivial things."
"Is it so?"
"Yes. At first, I thought there was something wrong with the olive oil here. Now I know what's delicious."
Even though Violet lived without any messages, she occasionally remembered Winter. And more and more. She began to understand what he was saving.
She remembered how Winter was always annoyed by the taste of olive oil, but he used to pour a lot of it on everything he ate. It wasn't until she came here that she realized that the taste of olive oil she knew was completely wrong.
In particular, the olive oil made by the Yefimchuk family was even more special. Lizzy seemed to be concerned about Violet's advice but decided to take olive oil anyway since she had no other gift in mind.
Violet took care of everything and was leaving the room, but her brother, Jordi Yefimchuk, who was supposed to be Lizzy's escort, blocked her way.
"If you come, you have to say hello."
"I came to see Miss Lizzy."
"While you're here, you do it to me too."
"Well."
Jordi, who is three years younger than Violet, had been attacking her like this since the day he first saw her. The Yefimchuks did not even listen to her mother, no matter how politely she told them to be.
As Violet was about to turn around, Jordi walked behind her and said.
"Do you want to get married? I will do it for you."
"I'm married."
"I couldn't even see your husband."
"He was chased by a debt collector and ran away."
Anyway, these siblings are similar in that they both annoy people.
After a while, Violet managed to shake them off and turned around, but stopped when she saw a young man in a slim suit standing in front of her.
"Hayel?"
"I have something to tell you, Little Madame. Let's get in the carriage. I will take you home."
Violet stopped, spoke to the Yefimchuk family's wagon, and got into Hayel's wagon.
Hayel looked closely and opened his mouth.
"Would you like to meet with the CEO?"
"Last time. Flip said that it would be better not to run into each other if possible."
"We thought so too, but... The company's situation is very bad right now."
"Are you saying it's not good?"
"This is a crisis we have never experienced
before. What this means is that the CEO keeps taking steps backward even though he clearly knows that there is a cliff behind him. If anything happens, we might go bankrupt like this."
In fact, there was absolutely no chance of that happening, but Hayel was doing everything he could to appease Violet. But it didn't seem to have made much sense to Violet, and she calmly shook her head.
"I'm sorry, but I don't feel comfortable enough to meet that person yet."
"Little madam."
"If he signs the divorce papers, shall we meet that day?"
"He shredded it as soon as you received it."
"For some reason, he didn't come."
Hayel sighed deeply.
"I will go for now, but please think about it some more. The CEO's condition is really strange."
"I'll consider it."
With that the conversation stopped, Violet, who had only ridden carts all year round, felt strange riding in a carriage with the finest cushions and the hest wheels and horses.
Hayel asked as he looked out the window.
"What is the reason you don't want to meet the CEO?"
"I am very happy now. I don't want to go back to that time when I was unhappy around that person."
"Little madam..."
"So please don't rush me."
Hayel nodded his head helplessly at Violet's gentle rejection.
***
The news that Winter was holding a secret party was such a big deal that it immediately appeared in Corsica's evening newspaper that day. Winter was flashily showing that if he wanted to stay in this high-end hotel, he had to spend a lot of money.
It was the height of splendor. It was crowded with celebrities from all over the continent, fireworks exploded and music flowed everywhere.
When Lizzy got nervous because she felt like it wasn't the place for her, Jordi, who came with her as an escort, scolded her.
"Aren't you going to go back after a while anyway?"
"If you build up good connections here, you could be invited to a prestigious family. Don't you have to find someone to marry, too?"
"I'll have to look for it. Violet is just fine."
"Aren't your eyes too high?"
Lizzy was scolding but stopped in her tracks when she saw Winter welcoming guests at the door. Jordi, who had been making a fuss, also got nervous and straightened his posture.
Winter Blooming, standing right behind the huge door and accepting handshakes from guests with a blank expression, gave off an incomparable strength.
It was widely known that he was the bastard son of the family. There was certainly an air of savagery about him, and it was feared that he would be as incoherent as a beast.
Thanks to that, the siblings walked towards Winter in a tense state, like herbivores standing in front of a carnivore. Lizzy gently grabbed her skirt and greeted him.
"I am Lizzy Yefimchuk of the Yefimchuk family, and this is my brother Jordi Yefimchuk."
"Welcome."
Winter was greeted. Lizzy hesitated, then snatched the bottle of olive oil that Jordi had brought and held it out to Winter.
"And this is a gift I prepared. This olive oil is made every day in my family and is of very good quality. I heard you like it."
"Where did you hear that? Say something like that."
When Winter asked with a hint of rudeness, Lizzy paused and said.
"Well, someone from Rarkround just told me."
Winter opened the olive oil cap and smelled it. Unlike other gifts he had received so far, people's attention was focused when he showed interest for the first time. Lizzy continued her words a little excitedly.
"Young olives are picked, sorted, and squeezed all at once. I've been eating it my whole life, and it's still delicious."
"You have good sense."
As Winter said that, he took off her gloves and threw them on the tray of the waiter standing next to him, then put some oil on one hand and licked it with his tongue. The guests were shocked by his outrageously rude behavior, but somehow they couldn't take their eyes off him.
Winter said, putting the lid back on.
"Miss Lizzy?"
"Yes."
"Let's talk about olive oil. Business-wise."
When Lizzy thought that she would be talking alone with this man, she nodded as if she was fascinated.
***
Winter, who was excited for a long time, ran out during the party and left the olive oil to the chef.
He was frustrated because he thought there was something lacking in the Chiron Hotel's food, and this was it. Each guest brought something useless, but only the Yefimchuk family brought something decent.
"Anyway, your hair is really nice."
It was clear that Violet recommended it. Winter has already received information from Pim Delua, a spy he planted in the area, that Violet is working for the Yefimchuk family. That's why he sent an invitation to the Yefimchuk family and it came back as such a big gift.
The mere fact that she had not forgotten him made Winter excited. She even remembered what he liked and the thought of her advising Lizzy on a gift like this made her blood boil, as he had been motionless for a while. He immediately planned to sprinkle this olive oil on all kinds of foods.
When Winter was excited about working for a long time, he stopped when she heard Hayel and Anjali's voices through the slightly open door. Hayel's voice was heard.
"The little Madam is not moved at all. It seemed like she didn't want to meet the CEO. We even boasted that we were in danger of bankruptcy."
"Right."
"What should I do? Vice President, are you going back to Rockround right away?"
"I have to go."
"Oh. I'm going crazy. Should you have sent that maid to see? Why, when she was Little Madame, she had a very obedient maid. That's right, Jen. That kid."
"Well. People have changed so much that I can't even remember who is who anymore."
Winter was finally about to go inside when he heard Anjali's voice.
"What is the reason she doesn't want to meet the CEO?"
"Well, that's obvious. She thinks she will be unhappy if she meets the CEO. She says she is happy now. No, she was living in a crumbling house, barely able to get by. When she comes back, he has enough money to buy her the throne. What on earth makes her happy?"
"Unhappiness?"
"Yes. She said she didn't want to go back to the unhappy times when she was next to the CEO."
Winter stopped walking and quietly turned away from there.
He entered his bedroom and looked out the window. The sea was visible from the room of the temporary building located high uр.
Then he opened the safe. He always carried bills that Violet gave him. He must have reached her hand. Even for a moment, he didn't want to forcefully bring back someone who ran away because he hated it so much.
He waited for her to get back on her feet. He thought that once he became rich enough to have everything in the world, she would definitely come back. There was no way she wouldn't come back, he believed. No one born in Rorkround today can avoid stepping into the land of Winter Blooming.
Now, at the age of 29, this was the best thing for him. But she didn't come back. And just now, Winter found out that she would never come back.
Even a year ago, he was confident that if she wandered away from him, she would definitely hit a wall and come back to him exhausted. But it wasn't. Being by his side is still a misfortune for her, and she couldn't get along without him.
Winter put the bills in his inner pocket without any expression and walked to the window.
And then he climbed onto the window sill and jumped out.
His body fell down the castle wall.
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