Speaking of memories from a few hours ago, I want to tell you about another moment.
Yes, a moment that should have been remembered as the sweet beginning of a love story…
…but instead nearly turned into a high-society social tragedy seasoned with a two-headed cat that never actually existed.
Ah, my life truly is like an absurd novel written by an author who ran out of coffee.
It all started after the community meeting ended.
The Ladies were heading home with various expressions—some were glowing, some were thinking hard, and some looked like mothers questioning why the price of sugar had gone up after hearing the words "dance practice." (Yeah, even if it doesn't sync up, the point is they were equally confused).
And in the middle of that emotional chaos…
There was me.
With a smile as wide as a giant opera curtain. With a determination as big as my ambition to save this world's plot. And with an idea that was… well… a bit questionable.
I stepped toward Lady Genevieve.
