Love Lightning Old Virgin
Chapter II

Caroline had a huge income, and there was no doubt she would take advantage of that profit. The only surprising thing is that he has not been successfully lured in his first season in Paris by some men who are looking for a beautiful wife, have a good bloodline, and have abundant treasures.

No one knows how big her fortune is, but it must be huge, considering her family has a Chateau Voux that was passed down from generation to generation, plus her incredible beauty. If there were people who considered her body too tall, and the other party who considered beauty only belonged to the dark-brown ladies, this criticism was merely a strangulation of people. His admirers and he had many admirers regard him as the perfect creature, from the top of his golden-colored curly hair to his slender legs they found no flaws in him. His eyes, especially, were so beautiful, dark blue and so sparkling that a man in love, in his poetic way of thinking, said the sparkle of his eyes shamed the stars. His eyes seemed to be smiling, located under his finely arched brows: and his alluring lips were as if created for much laughter. In addition, she had a graceful body shape, moving weakly, wrapping herself in a very beautiful style. She also has a dazzling manners, which endear herself to old perfectionists like old lady Mandeville, who calls her “A very beautiful girl! No girl has such a beautiful smile! I can't think of a reason why she's not married!”

Those who had known her father knew he loved her very much, and thought that might be the reason Caroline had not received a single proposal presented to him. Of course, that too, and a pretentious person said, is why Caroline intended to stay in Rouen after her father died, because Caroline intended to get married someday, and just how big is the chance of meeting a dream man in a remote rural area? Only one woman saw the impropriety in this situation, and since she was famous for being a spiteful and had two daughters with faces not so pretty and was old enough to get married, no one paid any heed to her. After all, Miss Dior has an old cousin who lives with him, what better than that?

Mr. Arthur also had a point, and was able to boast of his wisdom. He accepted the situation steadfastly, and found himself more generous towards his younger sister than he had ever been before.

About Miss Harrow, the woman had never felt this happy in her entire life, nor enjoyed this much comfort, and she felt she could never thank her dear Caroline enough, which not only gave him a very large wage, but also often gave him all kinds of luxuries, starting from the fireplace in the bedroom to the right to book a train when he wants to go to places far away that are difficult to reach on foot. Not that he ever used this permission at will because he thought it was very outrageous to do because it was not part of the job but to please himself who was not found during his stay with the second her parents. Unfortunately, Miss Harrow's relentless gratitude infuriated Miss Dior.

Miss Harrow almost crossed the line by paying too much attention to her constantly, doing tasks that were not important to her (more so because of her jealousy towards Miss Elle, Caroline's very loyal makeup artist), and her, and comforted Miss Dior (thus Miss Harrow's hope) with what Caroline called unrelenting trivial babbling. That's what Miss Harrow did on her way home to Rouen from Chateau Voux. The fact that she had only received the slightest response from Miss Dior did not bother her or make her reduce her carefree chatter. In fact, he was more excited because he saw Miss Dior moody and considered himself obliged to shift his mind.

No wonder Miss Dior was sad to leave Chateau: Miss Harrow was able to understand her because she was sad herself. What an unpleasant week for both of them for so many things!

“How good is Big Lady Dior!” said cheerfully.

“It makes people feel sad to leave, but home is the best place, right? We are now certainly looking forward to Easter, which is when we will ask them all to stay at Versailles. We won't know how to understand those sweet kids, “kan, Caroline?”

“It feels like I won't have any trouble,” Caroline said, smiling at a glance. “And I guess Elle didn't either,” she added, winking at her makeup artist, who sat in the front seat holding her mistress' jewelry box on her skinny knee. “Luke's last meeting with Elle was so much fun, I assure you, Belevia! I was sure that I just happened to not go into the room at the time when he would punish the boy he deserved! Right, “kan, Elle?” Her makeup artist replied loudly, “I was indeed tempted to punish her, Miss Caroline, but God gave me the strength to resist the whispers of the devil.”

“Oh, no, did God give you that power?” caroline said, making fun of him. “I thought my intervention saved the boy!”

“Poor boy!” miss Harrow said kindly. “So full of spirit! How strange are the things he said! I'm sure I've never seen such a brat. Also, your sweet goddaughter, Caroline!”

“It feels free to ask me to have fun with the babies in the arms,” Caroline said regretfully. “Maybe I'll like those two kids when they're older. Meanwhile, I have to let their mother, and you, to spoil them.” Miss Harrow realized Caroline was dizzy, which was the only possible explanation for her lack of enthusiasm for her two nieces. He said, “Well, why did you let me keep chatting when I was sure you were dizzy? You didn't treat me the way I should, or the way I expected! There is nothing more annoying than having to follow the chat in the seat in front of the fireplace does not mean this is the seat in front of the fireplace, of course, although the hot stone I placed under my feet kept me warm when we were not in good shape. And, I wouldn't be surprised, honey, if it's the weather that's causing your head to get dizzy because the cold wind often makes the nerves in my face throb, throbbing, and the wind is blowing very fast today does not mean we feel the wind in the car, I make sure this train is most comfortable, it must have something to do with the drought, he said, and we mustn't forget you were standing there talking to Mr. Arthur for a few minutes before you boarded the train. That's what started this mess! I hope this will end once you get home again safely, and in the meantime, I won't bother you by talking to you. Are you sure you're feeling warm enough? Let me give you my scarf, and cover your head. Elle will hold your hat, or I will. Well, where do I put my ammonia medicine? It should be in my bag because I always put it there on the go because we never know when we might need it, right? But, it doesn't feel like the medicine oh, meet! The cure is tucked into the bottom, and covered in my handkerchief! Somehow the drug got there because I remember clearly putting the drug at the top so it was easy to reach. I often think how strange things are to move by themselves, and that is exactly what happens!” Miss Harrow kept snitching for a few minutes, and when Caroline turned down the scarf and the ammonia medicine, she hoped they'd think of carrying a pillow so Caroline's head could be propped up, or making her an herbal drink. In her desperation, Caroline closed her eyes. After drawing Miss Elle's attention and telling them to be quiet because Miss Caroline had just fallen asleep, Miss Harrow finally stopped talking.

Caroline did not have a headache, nor did she feel sad about leaving Chateau Voux. He's getting bored. Perhaps the cold weather despite not being the cause of her headache had affected her spirit so, unlike usual, she felt the future was as dark and as bad as the current sky weather conditions. Grand Madam Dior had been trying to hold her back at Chateau for a few more days, expecting snow to fall, but Caroline could not be persuaded to extend her visit, even if it was going to fall, what he thought was very unlikely to happen. Interestingly, Mr Arthur said, “Salju? Hmh! It's bullshit, honey! The wind was too strong and the weather was not cold enough! Of course we'd love to keep Caroline with us, but if she has an appointment in Rouen, I don't think it should deter her from keeping it. After all, if it does snow, he'll be safe with Twitcham on the train.” Thus, Caroline was allowed to embark on another unhindered journey from her anxious sister-in-law. Caroline secretly thought that if the snow really fell, it would be much better if she was in her own home in Rouen rather than confined to the Chateau Voux. No snow is coming down, though, but also not a single glimmer of sunlight penetrating through the clouds to brighten the gloom of the soaked landscape and the wind blowing from the northeast did not at all diminish the unpleasant atmosphere of the daythe day of March. It was no wonder her spirit was declining, and she only woke up from the pitiful shadow of her future when, about twelve kilometers from Rouen, Miss Harrow shouted, “Oh, my goodness, did an accident happen? Should we stop? Look, Caroline!” Flinched from her unfavorable contemplation, Miss Dior opened her eyes. As soon as they saw the cause of Miss Harrow's sudden exclamation, Caroline pulled the stop rope and when Twitcham stopped her horses, she said, “Oh, pity! Of course we have to stop, Belevia, and try what we can do to help them from this terrible mess!”

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Love Lightning Old VirginChapter II

Love Lightning Old Virgin
Chapter II