Summer Is For Falling In Love
8. Capturing Moments

"Your request yesterday was for me to make a reservation with a painter?" Miel exhaled heavily, recalling her hellish days when the master Miel served to make out with the lover, while Miel himself had to jostle with other clients to talk face to face with a famous painter in the Kingdom of Teratia.

"Yes" Holland replied briefly.

Miel put some accessories in Holland's clothes, making her master look so charming in the mornings of the summer.

"It's not just that." Miel glanced at Holland's appearance in the mirror, looking perfect and alluring. Secretly proud of her hard work, Miel rubbed her nose. "You asked me to hire the services of Mr. Mioselle, a painter whose services are hard to hire. It's a good thing you're close to the royal family, so I can finally hire Mr. Mioselle through the insider."

"Miel's." Holland frowned. "Why did you conclude the same thing over and over again?"

Miel has been saying the same phrase since Holland woke up from his sleep, prepared warm water for Holland to bathe, and helped Holland with his clothes. Three times, Miel made the same conclusion.

Miel started whining. "You should know how tormented I was just to speak a word with Mr. Mioselle!"

"I'll raise your salary, so stop complaining."

Highlight Miel who was originally dark instantly brightened. "Triple up, Mr Holland."

Holland frowned in annoyance. He could have cursed Miel that his servant did not know himself, but the bond between the two was not able to make Holland behave sadistically in the man.

"Whatever."

"And leave too!"

"No."

"Eh? Whyyy?! I need a break from my job too! Mr Holland, this is slavery! Forced labor!"

Holland knows that Miel will have a break if she has a work leave. So, rather than spending time with useless things, it is better to help Holland in his work.

"Shut your mouth and carry on with your work."

Miel pouted, but kept carrying out her master's orders. Miel put a few touches to Holland's golden clothes and hair before praising her that she had bewitched a monotonous ice cube into a captivating ice cube carving.

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"So, you're Mr. Holland Floral." Mioselle was a painter of the Viscount family. Even so, his classic and elegant appearance did not really display his profession as a painter outside. Exclude the few assistants behind him who were carrying a lot of medium to large sized boxes, which contained painting equipment.

"Yes, Mr. Mioselle." Holland returned Mioselle's hand, shaking her briefly.

"It is an honor for this lowly me to meet you, the future ruler of Floral." Mioselle looked down briefly.

"Don't go too low, Mr. Mioselle. For I too am honored to meet the famous painter in Teratia."

Mioselle and Holland flattered each other for a while ahead. Miel who noticed her master's interaction in the corner of the room only smiled briefly, knowing that Holland would be upset if Mioselle did not immediately end her excessive flattery.

"Then, you've looked neat and charming to paint" said Mioselle, putting her index finger on her chin. "Let me think of a pose that suits you."

"It's not me that you will paint" Holland cut, making Mioselle not bother to hide her astonishment.

"Aren't you? Then, who?"

Then at the same time, the door of the room opened to display a figure of a graceful woman wearing a magnificent golden yellow dress, so contrasted with her deep red hair.

When the woman stepped on her feet, the sound of the five-centimeter-high shoe echoed with a graceful sound. Or as he approached, Holland could finally see a silver hairpiece tucked in his hair beautifully. Then, the thin makeup on her face made the woman look even more charming. Not to forget, a modified necklace given by Holland a few days ago, wrapped around the neckline with alluring. Even when the woman with blood-red hair was next to Holland, the man could secretly smell the intoxicating smell of roses.

Holland must withstand the beating of his hunting heart. But no doubt, a thin hue on the cheeks dropped by, to look quite contrasted with his white skin.

Esther in Holland's eyes looks so sweet, beautiful, and affectionate. The woman often bewitched Holland with her charm. Instead of being angry that a witch was teasing him, Holland fell in love, deeper and deeper as the clock raced. Moreover, the happiness emanated in the golden bead transmitted warmth within his chest, in the rippling blood, and in the head whose contents were already in disarray.

Esther was too charming, too alluring, and too beautiful for Holland to look away.

"I'm sorry, I'm late, Mr. Holland," Esther said regretfully. Even with his voice, Holland's heart trembled. His head was dizzy, as if struck by the singing of sirens on the high seas, made drunk only by the alluring voice of the woman with a smile as bright as twilight.

"Not a big deal, Miss Esther." Holland turned his gaze back on Mioselle, fearing that if he waited too long, Holland would lose his mind. "Mr Mioselle, introduce her as Miss Esther."

Esther lifted the corner of her dress and lowered her head. "Greetings to Mr. Mioselle, I'm Esther Descartez."

Mioselle laughed. "Ohoho, so you are Miss Esther, the famous writer in Teratia. I've read some of your work, and it's all so amazing. As I read word for word that you're teaching, my heart trembled uncomfortably, Miss Esther."

"Miss Esther is too flattering." Mioselle gave a small laugh, looking confident despite being flattered in such a way, as if she had gotten used to the words of flattery she was told. "However, for both of us who are immersed in literature and language, we feel like we can understand each other."

"Language?" ask Esther. "Compared to literature and language, aren't you immersed in art, Mr Mioselle?

Mioselle smiled shadyly. "Miss Esther, although painting has no letters or alphabet, painting is also a wordless language."

Esther's smile went up. "so apparently. I don't think about it far."

"It's okay, Miss Esther. It's just my own opinion. Well then, can we go straight to our business?" Mioselle looked back at Holland. "Are you sure that you won't be painted, Mr Holland?"

"Eh? Is that true, Mr Holland?" ask Esther with a disappointed look.

Holland flinched a little when he saw a clear disappointed look on Esther's face. "Y-Yes." Holland is almost shaky. "I just want your painting, Miss Esther."

"However, why?"

Holland approached Esther, then his fingers subconsciously grabbed the deep red strands that fell over the shoulder. "I want to capture the moment."

Esther needed to look up to be able to stare directly at Holland's alluring red bead. "Yes?"

"This moment is so beautiful, Miss Esther. I feel so grateful to have met Miss Esther here, and then to have shared the same feeling. Therefore, I want to capture the moment, freeze it in wordless language, perpetuate it; enshrining yourself in a piece of painted canvas so that I would keep remembering this originally stifling summer, was the most amazing summer ever."

Holland is so poetic that Esther the author who is an expert in images blushes. His golden bead trembled uncomfortably, his chest was amused, his stomach was filled with butterflies, as well as a vision that began to blur. Esther seemed to want to shed tears. Never in his life did anyone think Esther meant anything. But here, in front of him, a new person who had never been around Esther before, turned into the most important person ever.

Esther moved. She wants to cry. However, the thudding sound intruded into the melancholic atmosphere that enveloped the two.

Holland glanced at Miel, the person who disturbed the atmosphere between the lovers. However, Miel glared at Holland and pointed at Mioselle's figure with her chin.

Holland flinched, took a step back from Esther, and bit his lips softly.

Sometimes, such a melancholy situation made his mind automatically forget about the people around him.

"I'm-I'm sorry to have delayed your precious time, Mr. Mioselle," Holland said with a red hue on his face. It was so obvious that it looked so sweet, breaking the public fact that the Floral lineage had a sadistic and cold personality.

Mioselle laughed, feeling comforted. "It's no problem, Mr. Holland. I thank you for giving me the amazing panorama of a couple. I feel honored to know that Mr. Holland and Miss Esther were lovers before the public knew it."

Esther lowered her head deeply, embarrassed. Degup on his chest never subsided, especially the tormenting summer made the air strangle him. Heat, interior.

Holland covered half of his face with a palm. "If you say it without hesitation like that ...." I am ashamed, he continued in my heart.

Mioselle laughed again. "It's good to be young."

"Then, please paint Miss Esther, right away."

"Are you sure, Mr Holland?"

Holland looked at Mioselle with a puzzled look. "What do you mean?"

"Isn't your appearance very neat and charming? Wouldn't it be a pity if you weren't next to your lover?"

Holland is back. "But I just want a portrait of Miss Esther."

"What about this offer, Mr Holland? I'll paint a solo portrait of Miss Esther, then a portrait of the couple between you and Miss Esther?"

A tempting offer. Moreover, Holland also wants to be caught in the free time behind a painting canvas along with his loved ones.

"I accept."

"It's nice to do business with you, Mr Holland."

...***...

When in love, the world belongs to both, hihihi. Mioselle himself profited if painting two portraits. Anyway, this novel there are only 18 chapters plus prolog, not too long.as I check in word, no more than 40k words. a day can only be read out, right?

July 2nd, 2023