Meanwhile, Violet was wearing a tight-fitting going-out dress.
Her clothes were old, but the colors were bright. The pearl-colored fabric and bright red lining gave it a strangely erotic feel.
She was tired of dark clothes, and now that she was free, she didn't even bother to wear those colors.
Winter recalled how, throughout their marriage, he had mistakenly thought his wife liked dark clothes.
The day he received Beryl's letter, Winter couldn't let it go for a while.
After cutting off all the support to his parents, he ordered Vice President Eglin, who remained at the Rockround headquarters, to find Beryl and check the contents of this letter. And he planned to tell his wife as well.
What would it have been like if Violet had gone to the many events she had been asking for? Still, did that happen?
As Winter was immersed in bitterness, Violet turned to him and spoke hesitantly.
"You have such nice clothes."
Then Winter answered without even looking at Violet.
"You're wearing old clothes. It doesn't fit the topic."
"..."
Violet pondered his words for a moment and asked.
"Why are you trying to make me feel bad by saying the same thing?"
"When did I?"
"You just said that too. If you think about it for a while, what you said isn't such a bad thing, but at first, for some reason, I feel bad."
"If you're in a bad mood, you're a fool, you have to do it. It's strange that you think for so long. Why do you keep making room for forgiveness?"
Winter grumbled, threw the pen he was holding on the table, and stood up.
"Let's go."
"...Fool."
"What?"
"That's Okay."
Violet quickly turned her head, lifted her chin, and walked away. Winter followed her out of the house with a dazed expression on his face.
Violet, who was walking towards the carriage, stopped, remembering her rudeness.
"I forgot to ask how they are. How are the two, the Duke and Duchess of Blooming?"
"They send a telegram every day. To Send them money."
"Every day?"
"Uh. I'm not sending it."
Violet looked at Winter curiously. She thought her husband was forever by her in-law's side, but she doesn't know why.
"If they start throwing spring garden parties any time soon, it's going to cost a lot of money."
Winter, who glanced at her wife at her words, responded.
"If that was what they were worried about, they should have been nicer to you."
Violet laughed a little at his words.
"I didn't know I'd hear those words from you."
Then she gracefully extended her hand in front of the carriage.
"I would appreciate it if you could escort me.
"... Of course."
Winter took her hand and escorted her into the carriage. He then got up and sat down next to her and caught a glimpse of his wife's face. She seemed to be in a secretly good mood. Winter followed her lead and decided to stop providing financial support to the family for her enjoyment.
***
The Corsica beach that comes across the border is a famous tourist destination, so it gets quite crowded during festival periods. The smell of grilled seafood was coming from everywhere. Two people walked through the crowded crowd of people. The merchant straw hat with a large brim and waved it to Violet.
"Do you need a hat?"
"Ah, that's cute."
Violet walked over, put on her hat, and smiled.
"The weather is really nice today."
Winter handed her a Corsican coin and the merchant took out some change. but Winter completely ignored it and did not accept it. Violet said, looking up at Winter.
"Thank you. I like it."
"I'm glad."
Winter felt relieved, thinking that a gift like this was okay.
In three months, she would become a great tycoon, so she had to get used to wealth to some extent by then.
After walking a few steps, Violet stopped. Winter glanced in her direction and saw that a man had drawn a picture of a doll on a piece of paper and a variety of paper clothes for the doll to wear. Winter asked curiously.
"The kid next door?"
"Yes? Ah..."
"Do you want it?"
When Winter asked again, looking very embarrassed. Violet's face instantly turned bright red.
"Uh, I remember playing with it with my older brother and his friend when I was little. I just saw it."
After hearing Violet's words, Winter walked over, pointed at the stall, and said.
"Put it all by type."
"Um, everything?"
"There are not even a few. Is there more?"
"Uh, none"
"Let's take a spin and draw some more while we're at it. I give you a good amount of money per piece."
The eyes of the merchant who drew clothes himself and sold them widened. Then he handed over the clothes and the doll, and after receiving the money, he unfolded all three rows of colored pencils and started drawing the clothes again.
Winter, who was watching this, suddenly seemed a little worried about Violet's reaction and spoke quickly.
"It's mine."
"This?"
"Yes. I'm going to play with it."
Winter said and took out a paper doll and paper clothes. And as he was just staring at it because he had no idea how to use it. Violet took the paper dress and held the folds at the shoulders and waist straight.
Then, after putting it on the paper doll, she said it in reminiscence.
"When I was young, my friend and l played house a lot. My eldest brother wasn't feeling well so I couldn't play with him, so I always brought him things like this and just watched him from the side."
"..."
"It reminds me of my eldest brother."
Violet played with the paper doll.
"Wayne was a very nice person. He's always on my side, kind, and smiles... But my body is weak. So, in my life, I liked people who had a strong skeleton inside. I guess that's why I didn't like your marriage proposal."
"Did you think of me as ideal?"
"Yes. That's an accurate expression."
Violet said with a smile.
Winter let out a grave voice.
"You must be disappointed. It turned out that I had a weak will and fell for it."
"I didn't think so."
"You are like that."
"Yes?"
"You are like an aquatic plant with deep roots. It won't be pulled out even if the water flows strongly."
"Why aquatic plants?"
"You like plants."
"There are also trees."
"It's too small to be a tree."
Winter teased, shaking his shoulders and laughing.
On the last day of the festival, Violet was very happy with the fireworks going on everywhere, the price cuts to clear Inventory, and the commotion of dancing, singing, and drinking. Winter asked.
"Have you ever been to a Southern festival?"
"No."
"If the festival was fun. I shouldn't have gone there."
"Later."
Violet changed the subject as if she didn't really want to talk about it. Winter said, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards him.
"If you want to say something, say it. Don't be frustrated."
"I wasn't in the mood to go to a festival. All three years."
"You should have told me."
"That again? I told you. I always told you if I needed anything. If there was anything I wanted to do for you, I did it. So l have no regrets. I sat at the table and waited for you even when you didn't come home. I embroidered a handkerchief even though it might not have been needed, and there was a time when I prepared a meal and wore all the accessories I had to see you off."
"..."
"Don't ever say something like that again. I should have told you. I did my best. I couldn't do this anymore."
Violet spoke in a clear voice and shook off Winter's hand that was holding her arm. Then he extended his index finger and pointed to his hand.
"And don't pull me so hard. Don't try to control me as you please, never."
Winter turned to face Violet, who was looking at him fearfully. His wife was locked in a box so small that she couldn't even straighten her back for a long time. After she ran away from there, it took some time before she remembered how to straighten her back.
She was no longer the Violet Lawrence that he had destroyed step by step over the course of three years.
Winter had previously thought that he liked his wife very much. And after a year, he realized that his feelings for his wife were not just about his will.
The first day he met Violet, he didn't feel like running away because he hated his wife. He admired her for her uprightness, conservatism, and justice. His bride, who was much younger than him, was acting like the adult he most wanted to be.
Winter finally found out about it. He was an adult who had not yet grown up.
"Be careful going forward. Every time. Every moment."
He answered surprisingly obediently.
Violet, who had planned to raise her voice and fight more if she had to, looked a bit discouraged when he immediately agreed.
"I didn't know it would come out like that. Thank you."
"Let's go see the fireworks."
After finishing speaking, Winter gently grabbed the tip of Violet's finger. Violet just walked on without saying anything in response to the behavior that seemed to be incongruously cute.
Winter took Violet to the hill where the hotel was being built.
Other people were sitting or lying down on the grass, but Violet was very embarrassed by such behavior. Winter knew Violet like that, so he didn't think it was a big deal and threw his handkerchief to the side with one hand. And he immediately lay down on the grass.
Violet looked at him quietly, then bent down, picked up a handkerchief, spread it on the grass, and sat on it.
She had chosen a day with suitable weather and enjoyed a picnic in the royal garden, laying down a nice, big cloth, but this was the first time in her life that she had sat anywhere like this.
The fireworks were more spectacular than she expected. Violet, who was staring at the flame in fascination, said with wide eyes.
"For such a small festival, is it okay to use so many firecrackers?"
It felt strange to talk about it. It seemed like even if all the profits from this festival were added up. it wouldn't be enough to set off that level of fireworks.
When Violet glanced at Winter, he calmly reported it.
"It's okay because it's pretty. Everyone is having fun."
"Really."
"It's been a long time since we went on a date, but how can a guy come empty-handed? If I buy me something expensive. You're going to sell it all again. I'm going to blow up everything you can't sell."
Winter said stubbornly, pointing at the fireworks with his hand. Violet was shocked, but he was afraid that if he bought her a gift, she would sell it, so he replaced it with firecrackers. She found it somehow pitiful and cute that she couldn't help but laugh.
When she smiled, Winter seemed to be satisfied and followed suit, stretching the corners of his mouth. When the fireworks were over, Winter, holding the back of his head with both hands, called out to her.
"Violet."
When she turned around, Winter said.
"When the hotel opens, let's go back to Rockround."
Winter filled his house in the capital with all kinds of nice things to show Violet when she came someday. The garden was full of rare plants and dozens of species of animals frolicked around. Since Violet didn't answer, Winter spoke mischievously.
"There is also a peacock at home."
"There is a peacock?"
"Oh, very flashy guys."
"You're kidding, right?"
"Why am I kidding?"
Winter shrugged, closed his eyes, and muttered as if he wasn't interested in the flames.
"Rockround is your hometown. I've never seen anyone like to leave their hometown in Rockround. Of course, people in other countries also miss their hometown when they are far away."
"..."
"Anyway, if we get divorced, you'll be living in Rorkround. So let's go back."
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