Something Beautiful
Chapter - 18

Lisa sat dumbstruck on the golden bedding, staring at that one-of-a-kind garden, "I'll tell you what happened..."

After a few long minutes, Lisa finished explaining everything, Roseanne could only stare in silent awe. Slowly, Roseanne's hollow expression faded and seemed to start thinking, then the girl started beaming. "Lisa!" roseanne exclaimed, smiling widely as her mind began to imagine the figure of the tall man who was about to marry Lisa. "Your husband-to-be is not only a noble, he is also very handsome! Him, don't deny it. I felt that as soon as I saw it below, it's just that I was too tense thinking about you that I didn't really notice."

Lisa, who was well aware of Roseanne's attraction to the opposite sex, misbehaved, saying, "His appearance, it's not so bad."

"Not too bad?" Roseanne cried in disbelief and then ruffled her waist, her eyes glaring. "I could have sworn he was more handsome than Henry, and Henry was the most handsome man I knew. Henry pretty much made my breath go!"

"Six months ago, you said Chris was the most handsome man you've ever seen" Lisa said with a smile. "And Chris got your breath choked."

"Just because I haven't really paid any attention to Henry," Roseanne replied in self-defense.

"And six months earlier, you thought Jack was the world's most handsome man and he made your breath go away" Lisa continued, her eyebrows raised in amusement.

"I guess," Lisa teased, "you have trouble breathing from sitting in one place for too long, bending over while reading a romantic novel. I think the books ruined your eyes so that every man you saw looked like a romantic and handsome whiz."

Roseanne opens her mouth to protest the fierce nonsense about her love of death towards her dearest Henry, but then changes her mind and smiles mischievously at Lisa. "Looks like you were right" he said, shifting to the other side of the bed and then sitting down. Seriously is admitting, "Your nobleman is a man who looks unusual."

"Unusual!" lisa defended herself. "She has an aristocratic, manly face, and is very kind!"

"really?" roseanne asked, hiding her laughter by pretending to pay attention to the ends of her nails, "Do you think her hair isn't too black, or her face is too brown, or her eye color is unusual?"

"The colors are beautiful!"

Roseanne stared fixedly at Lisa's irritated eyes, then while ostensibly naively saying, "But surely, neither of us would say she looks like a Greek god?"

"Greek god, right," Lisa snorted. "I wouldn't say that."

"Then how would you describe it?" roseanne asked blatantly, unable to hide the amused feeling of seeing her best friend seem so enamored.

Lisa's shoulder sagged as she finally admitted the truth, "Oh, Roseanne," her sigh amazed and sad, "He's really Michelangelo's David!"

Roseanne nodded with satisfaction. "You fell in love with him. Don't deny. It's obvious from the look on your face when you talk about it. Now tell me," said Roseanne excitedly as she shuffled forward and scanned Lisa's face closely, "what's it like to love a man, I mean..?"

"Well," Lisa answered, excitedly talking about it despite warning herself to be logical, "it feels very strange, but it's fun. When I saw him in the corridor, I felt like I saw my papa train stop in the driveway, you know, happy and anxious, afraid, and sad, because I'm afraid he'll leave me if I'm not fun, then I'll lose him."

Roseanne was so eager to hear more about falling in love that she thoughtlessly said. "Don't be silly. How could she leave you if you married her?"

"Same exactly like Papa left Mama."

A sense of sympathy flashed in Roseanne's eyes, but her demeanor was immediately cheerful again. "Not mind that. Anyway it's past, besides, four more days you're gonna turn eighteenth and that means you're a grown woman,"

"I don't feel like a grown woman!" Lisa said sadly, finally expressing what she was worried about since she first met the man who had captured her heart, an hour after the man first saw her. "Rose, I don't know what to tell him. I've never been interested in men but now, if he's around me, I don't know what to do and say. If I don't throw anything that comes to my brain, and it makes me embarrass myself, I completely lose my nerve and stand there like a statue. What am I supposed to do?" his insistence.

Roseanne's eyes glowed proudly. Lisa is known as the smartest person in her village, but no one feels she is beautiful. On the other hand, Roseanne is a village flower, but nobody thinks she has a brain in her head. In fact, his own father likes to call him "my dear stupid son."

"What are you talking about when a boy visits you at home?" ask Lisa wholeheartedly.

Lisa raised her hand in frustration. "How can I know what he likes, after all, he's not a child at all, he's a twenty-seven-year-old grown man."

"Right," Roseanne admitted, "but my mama always said all men, even my papa, are actually still children. Thus, my plan can still be executed. To talk to him, you just have to ask him about everything he likes."

"But I don't know what he likes!" sigh Lisa.

Roseanne fell silent, thinking about the matter. "I know! She must have liked the things my dad talked about so much. Ask him about,"

"About what?" urged Lisa, leaning forward impatiently as Roseanne thought hard.

Suddenly Roseanne flicked her finger and smiled widely. "About insects! Ask him about the crops in his estate and if he has any problems with pests! Pest," he added, "is a topic of conversation that is very liked by men who grow crops!"

Lisa's forehead was hesitating. "It looks like insects aren't an interesting topic of conversation."

"Oh, men do not like to talk about topics that are really interesting or fun. I mean, if you try to talk about the pretty bonnet hats you see in storefronts, they'll get bored right away. And if you talk at length about your dream dress, they'll fall asleep."

Lisa keeps this important information, following her advice on pests.

"And in any situation," Roseanne cautions solemnly, "Don't speak of your old and boring Socrates and Plato. Men do not like women who are too smart. And one more thing, Lisa," Roseanne said, adding that she was excited about the topic. "You must learn to seduce."

Lisa frowned, but she knew better not to argue. Boys of all ages bend their knees at Roseanne and cram her family's living room, hoping to meet her for a while. Thus Roseanne's advice on the topic cannot be taken lightly. "Alright," said Lisa half-heartedly, "How do you seduce?"

"Well, for example, use your eyes. You have very beautiful eyes."

"To stare fixedly into the eyes of the nobleman. Then do a little work to show you how flattened,"

Lisa tried to pluck her eyelashes and then threw herself onto the pillow, laughing out loud. "I'll look really stupid."

"Not for men. They like things like that."

Lisa stopped laughing and turned her head on the pillow to look at Roseanne. "You sure?"

"Mrr is very sure. And one more thing, men love to know you like them. I mean, when you say how strong, brave, or clever they are, they like that. Make them feel special. Have you told Mingyu that you love her?"

Silent

"Either already or not?"

"No way!"

"You should say it. Then he'll say he loves you!"

"You sure?"

"certain."