I'm really a witch

"Mr. Bingley is going to hold a dance in Netherfield Gardens, and it will be next Tuesday. The invitation has been sent a few days ago." Charlotte suddenly remembered this, and mentioned it.

"Prom? Next Tuesday," said Circe, counting the days. "Well, that's not much left. I heard Mr. Bingley talk about it when I was at Netherfield, and it's fixed. Perhaps I should come back a few days later." She said the last sentence in a very low voice.

Charlotte pinched her face amusedly, but Mrs. Lucas would not let her go: "Don't always think about avoiding the prom, how can a girl of her age not attend the prom! If you want me to say, you should come back It's just the right time, we were worried about it!"

"That's why my mother specifically told me not to show anything in the letter," Charlotte said with a smile that couldn't be concealed, "I'm just worried that you will make an excuse to stay a few more days."

"Mother!" Circe pouted at Mrs. Lucas, and turned to Charlotte to complain, "Oh, why don't you help me!"

"Yes yes yes, my fault." Charlotte smiled and stroked her hair.

"It's been raining for the past two days, so I couldn't go to town in person. But you can rest assured, I'll have someone else buy everything that needs to be prepared, and you just need to dress up and go to the ball." Mrs. Lucas didn't know When did he pick up the work on the side and do it with his hands, and only occasionally raised his eyes to glance at her when talking.

Circe's back roads were all blocked, so she could only reply helplessly: "Okay, Mom."

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Upon waking up from sleep, Circe's spirits were fully restored.She excitedly took out the seeds brought back from the Chelsea Flower Show, and approached her small flowerbed.The three pots of mature plants were also carefully transplanted out.

As for those bought before leaving, Williams' site was borrowed.He said that he has a cooperative relationship with Circe, so the kind is with him.Besides, the air in London is so bad, these kinds of things are just right for him to change the air at his place.It might even attract some future buyers.Circe just said a few words before he got around him, nodded obediently, and only insisted on visiting every three or five days to check on the situation, and Williams naturally agreed.He wished Circe could come to London often.

If one day the magic circle engraved by Circe fails, her family members may be frightened by this small flower garden.Circe didn't grow any offensive plants, but in terms of grotesque shapes, no matter how eloquent they were, they were powerless to argue against them.

Just like the Snake Grass that was taken to London by Circe last time, the culprit who almost caused her to be caught in front of Darcy.The ones that were taken away at that time had already been processed, but the ones that actually grew in the ground were much weirder.They resemble real snake-like creatures, growing along the ground.Coupled with the swamp flowers on the side, the effect is comparable to a supernatural scene.

In terms of appearance, the swamp flower is quite a normal plant, and it can even be called beautiful. However, since it is called a swamp flower, it is because when its pollen bursts, it emits a dark green miasma.That color is really no different from the bubbling swamp.

Circe couldn't help thinking that if someone saw what she was seeing, her potion might never sell again.Touching the little guy at hand, it looked like a potato with a tumor, but Circe didn't change his face.She knew very well that in the eyes of others, she might be stroking the petals of a narcissus, or perhaps a rose.

Others grow flowers and sprinkle water, come to Circe and spread magic to warm them up.However, she sometimes mixes some magic supplements and sprinkles them as nutrient solutions.After all, it is a strange thing not to "water" all the time.

"You are indeed here." First there was the rustling of the skirt, followed by Charlotte's gentle voice.

"What's wrong?" Circe stood up and patted the creased skirt from squatting for a long time.

"You should try on your skirt. While there is still some time, if there is something that doesn't fit, I can change it for you." Charlotte reached for her sister's arm and led her to the bedroom. "Don't make excuses to refuse, let alone my mother, I will never let you go to the ball in inappropriate clothes."

"You also need to look at the matching head flower and gloves. I have prepared the rose on the shoe for you. If there is anything you don't like, I will replace it for you."

"I like whatever you choose." Circe hugged the skirt and rubbed it to the bed, smiling flatteringly at Charlotte.

"You are just lazy." Charlotte rebuked her reluctantly with a straight face, but the next moment she immediately failed, with a smile showing from the corners of her eyes and brows.

Circe stuck out her tongue, pulled her skirt on, changed her shoes, took the gloves and put them on.Charlotte pushed her around in a circle, and Circe obediently opened her arms for her to look at.

"I don't think there is any problem, it fits well." Circe lifted the hem of the skirt and looked around.

"Indeed. Your figure hasn't changed much." Charlotte raised her hair flower to make gestures on her head, and nodded, "This body suits you very well."

Upon hearing this, Circe looked at her eagerly.Charlotte waved her hands dumbfounded: "Okay, okay, let's change it. I've never seen a girl so impatient to dress up." She said with a smile.

"This dress is uncomfortable." Circe quickly changed back to her original clothes, and happily fled out of the room, "I'm going to see my flowers!"

Charlotte shook her head amusedly, followed behind her and closed the door.

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Darcy saw off Georgiana's carriage, then turned around and took another one to drive back to Netherfield.He couldn't wait to see that lovely lady again.Better to have another clever chance encounter.

"Dance? Has the time been set?" As soon as he entered Netherfield, Darcy was informed of the news by his friends.Next Tuesday is just around the corner, and the time left for him to prepare is really not enough.

"I thought you would stay in London for a few more days, but I didn't expect you to catch up." Mr. Bingley smiled, and then showed a guilty look, "I have promised this dance for a long time, because the rainy day has already passed. It has been delayed for several days, and it cannot be postponed any longer."

"It is true that there should be no further delay." Darcy nodded solemnly, agreeing with his friend, "I will be ready." After speaking, he went upstairs, trying to hide his joyful mood.In fact, he didn't think it was hasty at all, and he was even a little grateful for Bentley's decision.In this way, doesn't it mean that he will be able to see that young lady in two days?The news couldn't have been better.

Bingley followed him up the stairs, saying in his usual way: "Darcy, my friend, it's time for you to change your clothes and dress smarter. Don't always be black, old fashioned." No way. Girls are afraid to come near you."

He has to say this before every ball, from a long speech to a few simple sentences now, and he has almost given up hope that his friend will change.He hadn't seen Darcy's clothes changed since they had known each other.After that body, he only saw it on his father and elders, meticulous but old-fashioned.It's no wonder that I can grow old by ten years.

"...I see." Darcy was silent for a moment, left this sentence, and turned back to the room.Leaving Bentley staring in shock, his eyes widened.

You know, every time before, Darcy's reply was always such as "I don't need to please them" or "wasting time", etc., but this time...

Bingley couldn't help but smiled in surprise. Does his friend have a girl he likes?That's an exciting thing to do.I don't know whose girl it is?He didn't realize it.He must observe and observe carefully at the dance.

When Darcy returned to the room, the luggage had been packed in advance by the servants.After hesitating for a moment, he walked into the closet.

The outfit last time was matched by Georgiana. He himself had never pursued in this regard before, and naturally he was not very good.For a while, I felt a little bitter.

Maybe he should ask his friends for help?Bentley has always paid attention to dressing, and it is indeed very popular with girls.But if he really said this, he must not be able to escape the ridicule and ridicule of his friends these days.Darcy could not help sighing just thinking about it.

Leaning on the wardrobe door, Darcy had to admit that his friend was right about one thing.His clothes are indeed too monotonous.

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The dance party arrived as scheduled, and the Netherfield Gardens quickly became lively, and the lights from there could be seen from a long distance away.Upbeat dance music seemed to liven up the night.

The Lucas family was among the first to arrive.Sir Lucas always liked to go to dinner early, and he could be heard urging him before every ball.He told his wife and daughters to dress up faster, and if they were going out late, he would urge the coachman to drive the carriage faster, and the boss looked unhappy.

Therefore, Circe and the others had to start dressing up long in advance, so as not to be rushed by Sir Lucas.

When they arrived, the gate of Netherfield was very empty, and there were not many carriages parked.Sir Lucas showed a relaxed and satisfied look, and led his wife and daughter into the hall.

The hosts wait in the hall, greeting the incoming guests politely and wishing them a pleasant evening.

Sir Lucas returned the salute, with a few flattering compliments.But when Mr. Darcy also took the initiative to greet him, he couldn't help showing a look of surprise, although he quickly concealed it.

"Good evening." Darcy greeted Sir Lucas and Mrs. Lucas first, and then turned to Circe specifically, "Good evening, Miss Circe."

"Good evening, Mr. Darcy," returned Cersey, with a jolly smile.After a few days in London, she has become very familiar with this gentleman, and her attitude unconsciously shows a closeness.

She doesn't think it's a big deal, but her mother and sister don't.After Darcy left, they took Circe to the corner, looking surprised.

"When did you become so familiar with Mr. Darcy?" Charlotte still remembered the gentleman's dislike for Circe at the first ball.And now he came to say hello in person!

"I've met him several times in London. His sister, Georgiana, is really a lovely girl." Circe explained a few words indifferently, leaving her mother and sister in deep thought.

Darcy didn't go far.He found a quiet place to stand still, silently waiting for the first dance music to sound.