Love Lightning Old Virgin
Chapter XXIV

The man greeted them in a private living room, perfectly fittingly wearing a blue suit, a white vest, black pantaloon pants, and, and striped silk socks which are the evening wear that all smart people wear at private parties. Miss Dior noticed, with a half-day's approval, that although the man did not display the excessive fashion peculiarities that characterize the dandy, his suit intersected very nicely, his tie was carefully tied, and his, the edge of his shirt looks stiff, and the front of his shirt is not adorned with the old fashioned tassels still worn by many hickheads, and almost always by older, intelligent generations of people, where the man is included.

The man approached to shake hands with Miss Dior, not immediately ignoring Cherry, who was following Miss Dior into the living room. “You can't imagine how glad I saw you didn't invite your cousin!” as a way of greeting.

“For these three hours, I cursed myself for not explaining that I did not include him in my invitation to you! I will not bear to miss the night accompanied by such an outrageous prankster!”

“Oh, but you can last!” Miss Dior told him. “He hates you a lot, and cannot be blamed for it, or because he has expressed some pretty harsh condemnation for your misbehavior. You must admit, if there is a little honesty in you, that you are very impolite to him!”

“I can't tolerate boring people who like to babble,”. “If he hates me like that, I'm surprised he allowed you to come here without his escort.”

“He will certainly stop me if he can do it, because he thinks you are not someone I deserve to know.”

“Gosh! Does he suspect that I'm trying to seduce you? On that, he could feel calm. I have never seduced women from the top.” She turned away from Caroline as she spoke, and lifted her glasses to observe Cherry closely.

“Well, Ponakan?” abugn.

“You are a very troublesome young girl! But, I'm glad to see you look at least a lot better since the last time I saw you. I thought you'd grow up to be a not-so-beautiful girl, but I was wrong. You are no longer wide-faced, and the spots on your face are gone. Please accept my congratulations!”

“I'm not wide-faced!”

“Oh, believe me, you used to! Fat in your body is still there.”

Cherry's chest bloated in anger, but Miss Dior interrupted, advising her not to respond to the remark, or any other lure her uncle threw. Miss Dior added loudly, “And you yourself, Sir, I implore you to be willing to refrain from taking out words meant to make Cherry angry and make me very uncomfortable!”

“I would absolutely not do that!” Mr. Constantine assured him.

“Then, don't be rude!” replied Miss Dior with a sniffle.

“But, I'm not rude!” his protest. “I didn't say Cherry is now wide-faced! All I said was, he used to be wide-faced, and even praised him for his improved face!”

Cherry was tempted to laugh out of her will, and said bluntly, “Oh, how helpful are you, Uncle Damien! Am I really some kind of antidote?”

“Oh, no, not an antidote! Only a chicken has lost its fine feathers and has too few feathers to show that it can grow into a beautiful bird.”

“Yah!” cherry said, very impressed. “I know I'm very pretty, but no one ever says I'm makeup! Do you think I'm moody, sir, or, or are you insulting me?”

“No, I don't think you're moody, but you don't have to look so sad. Believe me, only women admire beautiful women, men obviously prefer beautiful women.”

Cherry is left to understand this statement, while Mr. Constantine converses with Miss Dior, but suddenly Cherry cuts off this talk of incredible courtesy to question her uncle whether she thinks Miss Dior is moody or pretty. Caroline, feeling amused and embarrassed, directed her disapproving expression at the girl, but Mr. Constantine replied without hesitation, “Not both.”

“Well, in my opinion,” said Cherry, ready to defend her supporters,

“dia it's nettle!”

“Yes, I think so too,” replied Mr. Constantine.

“I'm so grateful to you both,” Caroline said, after recovering from her shock, “and I'm even more grateful to you if you're willing to stop embarrassing me. I'm not coming to listen to the dreadlocks' praises, but to discuss with you, Sir, the best way to bear Cherry until the moment of her introduction.”

“All there is time,” said Mr Constantine. “We'll have dinner first.” She added, With a sparkling light in her eyes that Miss Dior thought was alarming, “Your old age, Madam, has reduced your memory! I told you, a few hours ago, that I never tried to seduce people. My age is much older than yours, but I have to warn you that my memory is still not damaged by it.”

“Sucks, really annoying person,” Miss Dior said gently, but let the man holding her walk to the table, the place where two waiters had just finished served the first dish was carefully selected as their dinner menu. Cherry was inclined to sneer, but was held back by the glare of Miss Dior's gently shining eyes, and obediently took her place on the left side of her guardian.

Cherry is young enough to think the food presented in front of her is only potluck, but she has a great appetite typical of schoolchildren, and eats a lot of first dishes, but she has a big taste of school children, by taking every meal offered to him, and letting the older ones converse without interruption. As his hunger had already diminished by the time the second dish was brought in, he rejected the young goose meat and pigeon meat, but devoured an orange souffle, Celerata cream, and a basket of pastries. While biting the ratafia biscuit, he stole a glance at his uncle. Her uncle was smiling in response to something Miss Dior had told her, so Cherry ventured to ask him the question she had in mind. “Uncle Damien!” he said with a very urgent tone.

Mr. Constantine looked over.

“Remove the sickening habit you're used to when calling me Uncle Damien! I think it's very disgusting.”

Cherry widened her eyes at him.

“But, you are indeed my uncle!” inexplicably.

“Yes, but I don't want to be reminded of that.”

“The name that makes you feel so old, right?” miss Dior said, pretending to be sympathetic.

“Quickly!” the answer.

“Almost worse than aunty!”

Miss Dior shook her head sadly.

“Then I should call you what?” sue Cherry.

“Whatever you like,” replied Mr. Constantine, in a totally disinterested voice.

“Well, that excellent clearance opens wide opportunities for you, dear,” Miss Dior said.

“It wouldn't be good for you to call him a Kecam Tangster Gangster, because it's too rude, but I see no harm if you call him Captain Hackum Penggertak, which has the same meaning, but sounds better!”

Mr. Constantine smiled widely, and kindly day explained to his confused nephew that these terms were very bad. “Everything is a rough language term,” details further,

“and too vulgar for you to use! Anyone who hears those words coming out of your lips will label you as a brash naughty girl, without any manners or subtleties.”

“But fleas!” miss Dior said, solemnly.

“Oh, you made fun of me!” Cherry exclaimed, somewhat offended.

“You two! I hope you guys won't! I'm not a brash naughty girl even though I thought people would think I was if I called you just Oriver Ku sure it must be so inappropriate!”

“Not only inappropriate, but it will also make you directly exposed to punishment!” Mr. Constantine told him.

“I don't mind you calling me Damien, but Just Damien, I won't accept it at all!”

Cherry laughs. “I didn't mean to! You know I don't! Surely, if you had a title it would be more appropriate to call you a title, but just imagine what my aunt would say if she listened to me calling you Damien!”

“Because it seems impossible that he will hear it, it is not necessary to worry you,”. “If you feel worried, dispel that feeling with the thought that Princess Charlotte calls all her uncles as far as I am her aunt also by their godly name, and even the youngest of them is older than me!”

Cherry had no interest in the royal family and ignored Princess Charlotte quickly. “Oh, well, I think things are different for the princesses,” he said. “But you said my aunt would never have heard me call you Damien. W-what do you mean, Pa... Mister?”

“I heard he took off his responsibility for you?”

“Ya!” whispered Cherry, patting her hands together, and fixedly looking at her uncle. “Then?”

“It takes me, of course, to find another woman willing to take responsibility for you.” Cherry's face became gloomy. “But, when will I be introduced?”

“Next year,” replied Mr. Constantine.

“Next year? Oh, you're too mean!” his yell. “My age was past eighteen by then, and it's hardly interesting anymore! I want to be introduced this year”

“Kukira so, but there will be no harm for you to wait another year.” Mr. Constantine replied heartlessly. “However, you should wait because Julia Trevisian, who will introduce you in one of the Formal Receptions, is, can't take on the grueling task of escorting you to all the official parties that he'll make sure you're invited, until your cousin Belevia is no longer his responsibility. Belevianne will be married in May, in the middle of the Meeting Season, and it will be too late for you to show up for the first time, even if Julia, at that time, is not exhausted at all. But, from his conversation when I last saw him, I concluded he would be exhausted.”

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Love Lightning Old VirginChapter XXIV

Love Lightning Old Virgin
Chapter XXIV