Something Beautiful
Chapter - 22
The light of fire danced cheerfully in the foreground, dispelling the cold night air in spring and casting a shadow that swerved and skipped on the wall like fairies in the celebration of autumn. While propping her body with a pillow on her large bed, Lisa watched the show, her face looking brooding. Tomorrow is her wedding day.
He bent his knees up and then wrapped his hands around his feet, staring at the fireplace. Despite only realising that she has fallen in love with her future husband, she is not stupid enough to consider herself understanding the man, or innocent enough to believe that she knows how to make him happy.
He was only convinced on two things, he wanted to make the man happy and somehow, somehow by what means, he would find a way to do it. That heavy responsibility weighed on his mind, and he sincerely wished to know what the duties of a noble were.
His knowledge of marriage was very limited and useless. His father used to be a charming and elegant stranger, who, when he came to visit them, was greeted with affection and admiration by his wife and daughter.
While laying her chin to her knees, Lisa thoughtfully recalled how she and her mother were busy taking care of her father as long as the man stayed with them, trusting every word she said, following him everywhere, and so wanted to please him as if the man were a god and they were loyal followers. The humiliation pierced his heart when imagining his father must have considered him and his mother very boring and lonely. The man must have laughed inwardly at how they adored him!
Lisa firmly turned her mind to her own marriage. She was sure her future husband would not like to be treated as special as his mother treated his father. Kim Mingyu seemed to like it if he said what was on his mind, even though he said something very disrespectful. Sometimes, he could make the man laugh out loud. But how to live the next forty years with that man?
The only marriage he had ever witnessed firsthand was a commoner's wedding. In the household the wife cooks, cleans the house, and sews clothes for her husband. Imagining those things for Mingyu made her feel homesick, even though she knew the thought was a foolish sentimental thought. This house is filled with servants who have prepared everything needed by the residents before being asked and are always ready to make sure all the requests of the residents are immediately implemented before they think about it.
Sighing loudly, Lisa accepted the fact that Mingyu did not need herself to take care of her needs as the wives of the village did. Nevertheless, she inevitably happily imagined sitting in the front seat of the fireplace across from her husband, as her fingers deftly whispered one of her snow-white dress shirts. Hopefully, he imagined a grateful and happy expression on Mingyu's handsome face when he saw her sewing his shirt. The man will be very grateful....
A stifled laugh came out from her lips as she remembered her unskilled sewing. If he had not pricked his own finger and stained the man's shirt with blood, he would have stitched the shirt's sleeve shut or done something similar. The shadow of that serene household life instantly disappeared and the look on his face hardened.
All her feelings tell her that Kim Mingyu is a very complicated man, and Lisa hates herself for being young and inexperienced. On the other hand, he had quite a watered-down brain, although Mingyu seemed to think of him as a cute child. If necessary, he can show a logical and practical attitude. Couldn't he have managed his household since he was fourteen?
Now he is faced with a challenge. She must make herself worthy of being the wife of a noble of such a high position. Over the past few days, the man's grandmother has criticized Lisa's manners and manners hundreds of times, and though she stubbornly considers them to be just unimportant habits and manners, but secretly he was determined to learn everything he needed to know. She would make sure her husband had no reason to be ashamed of his wife.
My husband, contemplate Lisa while lying on the pillow. The man of great stature, handsome and elegant will be her husband.
The next day, Yugyeom who was sitting leaning on the sofa with a high back observed his cousin in awe and disbelief. "Hawk," he said with a chuckle, "I swear, what everyone says about you is true, you have no nerves. It's your wedding day, but I'm even more nervous than you."
While wearing a white stamped shirt, black trousers, and a silver thread embroidered vest, the, Mingyu simultaneously held a last-minute mneit meeting with her grandmother's estate manager and walked downstream in the bedroom glancing from the paper of one of her businesses. One step behind him, his bewildered servant followed obediently, tidying the slightly tangled cloth of the neatly sewn shirt then sweeping the invisible thread from the foot of Mingyu's trousers.
"Don't move, Mingyu," said Yugyeom, laughing sympathetically at the servant. "Poor Will could die on the spot tired."
"Hmm?" Mingyu paused for a moment then looked puzzledly at Yugyeom, who was, and the loyal servant immediately grabbed the opportunity to grab the elegant black suit and lift it up high so that Mingyu had no choice but to put his hand in his sleeve.
"Will you tell me how you can be so indifferent to your marriage? You realize, aren't you getting married in fifteen minutes?"
Yugyeom smiled at the joke and Mingyu continued in a more serious tone, "Lisa will not demand anything, my marriage with her will not bring much change. After stopping by in London to meet Una, I'll take Lisa to the beach and we'll sail down the beach so I can try our newest passenger ship, then I'll take her to my house in Devon. He'll love that house. The house was not too big so it did not overwhelm him. I will definitely visit there often."
"For sure," said Yugyeom cynically.
Without even bothering to reply, Mingyu raised the report she had read and went back to reading.
"Your pretty stash won't be happy, Hawk," said Yugyoem after a few minutes.
"He will accept" Mingyu said.
"So!" said the granny sourly, waltzing into the room in an elegant brown satin dress decorated with cream lace. "You really want to do this ridiculous wedding? You really want to introduce that hillbilly girl into the noble society as a learned and blue-blooded girl?"
"Instead," Mingyu said straightforwardly. "I plan to have him stay in Devon and leave that duty to you. But, there's no need to rush. You can teach her for a year or two so she can carry out her duties as my wife."
"I won't be able to finish it in a decade" said his grandmother.
Until now, Mingyu was still able to tolerate her grandmother's objections without feeling hurt, but that last sentence made her to the limit of patience, she said, and his voice raised up to resemble a clash that he usually aimed at scaring the servants and others. "What a hard thing it is to teach a smart woman to be a boring and stupid woman!"
The unshakable old lady still maintained her pride, but she observed her grandson's stern expression with something akin to surprise. "Is that what you think of high-class women? Boring and stupid?"
"No," replied Mingyu ketus. "I thought they were like that when they were Lisa's age. After that, most of them became unattractive."
Like your mother, said the grandmother in her heart.
Like my mother, Mingyu said inwardly.
"Not all women are like that."
"No," Mingyu agreed without actually believing or being interested, "Maybe not."