don't touch my darcy

In the early morning, Miss Mary Sue, oh no, now we should call her Miss Ivy Sulton, sitting in front of the dressing table, being dressed by the maid Daisy.

"Miss, are you using this golden ribbon today? Are those pair of butterfly hairpins?" Daisy asked after combing Miss Sulton's beautiful blonde hair into delicate curls.

"You can do whatever you want, oh, wait a minute, let's use a butterfly hairpin." Miss Sulton looked at the girl in the mirror, stroking her fair and delicate cheeks, her eyes were a little blurred.

It has been a week since she traveled to this world and became Miss Sulton, and sometimes she still can't believe that this beautiful face belongs to her.

Although Miss Mary Su in another world is considered beautiful, she is still far behind, and she doesn't have this kind of aristocratic atmosphere that is charming yet elegant, dignified but not concealing aura!

Such a beauty, Mr. Darcy must be fascinated when he sees it?

Miss Sulton was [-]% delighted and [-]% disappointed, but soon that little sense of loss was melted into gentle and rippling feelings.

She told herself that she must completely forget the past, and must believe and accept a fact——she is Miss Ivy Sulton, a perfect woman like Mr. Darcy who can't find a single fault!

The next thing to do is to work hard in this world to find an opportunity to meet the male god, capture his heart, ignite his love, and save his happiness!

When Miss Sulton went downstairs, Baroness Sulton and his wife were already waiting in the dining room. When they saw her, they stood up and opened their arms lovingly.

"Good morning, Dad, good morning, Mom." Miss Sulton went up to meet them, hugged them respectively, and kissed their foreheads.

She is indeed a top student at Queen Mary College. In the shortest time, she has already figured out everything about the Salton family and learned the etiquette that a noble lady should know.

Before meeting Mr. Darcy, she must not lose this identity. Of course, the identity she will fight for in the end is Mrs. Darcy!

Halfway through breakfast, the Salton couple looked at each other and reached a tacit understanding with each other, and then Mrs. Salton cautiously said: "Ivy, do you want to go somewhere to relax?"

"Are you traveling?" Miss Sulton asked.

She was still a little worried, if she went to a strange place and met strange people, would she show her flaws?

"Oh, baby, do you want to travel? I'm sorry it's not right now, after all, your illness has just recovered." Mrs. Sulton said, "My dear, your father wants to rent a manor, which was introduced by Sir Weir. There The air is good, the scenery is beautiful, and there is a place big enough for walking and horseback riding, which is just right for you to rest for a while."

"Okay then, Mom." Miss Sulton breathed a sigh of relief.

If you just live in another place, it doesn't matter. You can have multiple opportunities to understand and adapt to this world.

"Well, when Lancer comes back this weekend, we will go to Derbyshire to look at the house together." Mrs. Shalton said happily.

Miss Sulton knew that Lancer was the eldest son of the Sultons, that is, her brother.

But that wasn't her concern. What surprised her was the place Mrs. Salton had just mentioned.

"Derbyshire?" Finally, she controlled the volume in time, without exclaiming impolitely.

Derbyshire!Her male god is someone who "owns most of Derbyshire"!

"Yeah, what's wrong with Ivy?" Baron Sulton saw his daughter's surprise.

"No, it's nothing." Miss Sulton quickly covered it up with a sweet and elegant smile, "I just thought of the beautiful Pemberley."

She didn't dare to say too much, fearing that she might make a mistake. Who knew how much the former Miss Sulton knew about Pemberley and Pemberley's host.

"Oh, baby, you'll love that place!" Hearing what her daughter said, Mrs. Sulton became even more excited, "Pemberley is a paradise in rural England, so beautiful that you don't want to leave, and the Rose Manor we are renting , not ten miles from Pemberley, and Mr Darcy's property."

"Mr. Darcy?" exclaimed Miss Sulton at last.

How could she control her excitement after hearing the whole name?

"Yes, maybe we will receive an invitation from Mr. Darcy to have dinner at Pemberley." Mrs. Sulton seemed to be thinking of something, and her tone revealed a little regret, "That is really the best young man I have ever seen, Oh, except, of course, dear Lancer. How he could have married such a mediocre lady is beyond my comprehension. Poor Duchess Catherine de Bour, she is very sad, she thought, her The daughter is the only candidate for Mrs. Darcy..."

Speaking of the people in her social circle, Mrs. Sulton became a chatterbox, causing Baron Sulton to cough dryly, reminding his wife to stop talking about such topics. Thanks to the merciful and almighty God, their daughter is so easy I just forgot about an unlucky love affair.

"Why, Mom also thinks that Mrs. Darcy... er, isn't she good enough?" Shalton tried his best to speak cautiously.

"Excellent? Dear Ivy, have you ever met Mrs. Anne Darcy, the mother of Mr. Darcy, she is my handkerchief, only a woman like her is worthy to be the mistress of Pemberley!" Sha Mrs. Leon was deeply moved.

Miss Sulton couldn't contain her excitement, and she threw away the reservedness of a noble lady who had been waiting for a whole week, "In this case, Dad, Mom, let's move to Rose Manor as soon as possible!"

"But, but, we have to wait for Lancer to come back and see the house, and he is satisfied, right? Lancer plans to stay at home until the end of spring." Mrs. Sulton was surprised by her daughter's enthusiasm.

"Oh, Mom, I mean, my brother will be back soon, isn't he?" At last Miss Salton's quick wit was good.

"That's right, baby, he will be very happy to see you in such spirit!" Mrs. Sulton turned around again and gave her daughter a hug.

Regarding Lancer Sulton, Miss Sulton has also learned about it from the baroness and his wife, as well as the maids Kate and Daisy, in the past few days. In their eyes, he is undoubtedly a very outstanding young man. All the compliments are exhausted: handsome, honest, humble, and brilliant.

These Miss Sulton don't care. Don't the heroines who travel to another world to realize their dreams usually have a brother who is not bad?

However, no matter how good they are, they are all doomed to be supporting roles, and they are all doomed to be impossible to be better than the heroine.

What she cared about was finally meeting the real male god and his unsuitable wife who was destined not to be able to give him long-term happiness!