[Cinderella] Prince go away

Cinderella didn't know what was wrong with her.

The Mrs. Rebecca who was about to—or had already become her stepmother in front of her was very familiar to her.

She could even clearly perceive the brief pause just now, because she froze for a moment after seeing herself—just like she did after seeing her; and this Mrs. Rebecca's eyes had been closed until now It was full of surprise, even though her complexion didn't change at all, Cinderella was able to read the emotion in the other person's eyes.

——What a miraculous thing this is.

Cinderella can be very sure that she, who has never left the mansion since she was born, would never have seen each other before today, and it is even more impossible for her to learn mind reading in this short moment.

But she just sensed it.

But more importantly than this, the sense of familiarity and excitement in my heart is not fake.

She didn't dislike Mrs. Rebecca who became her stepmother.

Cinderella thought.

On the contrary, she actually likes each other very much.

She likes the intimacy and familiarity that the other party brings to her, or there are more emotions that she can't figure out-but including these unknown emotions, Cinderella likes them all.

Rebecca, who was watched by Cinderella, slowly got out of the carriage.

Just like Cinderella has been keeping her eyes on her since she appeared, Rebecca also discovered the existence of Cinderella in the first time, she just looked at her like this, even the one who was always doting on her side The words of the two daughters have become somewhat vague to her.

Ignoring the joyful and jumping words of the twin daughters, Rebecca just walked towards Cinderella quietly, and then stopped only three steps away from her.She looked into her eyes and spoke slowly after a long time:

"Are you the Marquis' daughter?"

For some reason, Cinderella found that these words seemed a little difficult for Mrs. Rebecca, who seemed a little fierce and powerful, but she didn't have any malice towards herself.

In fact, Cinderella doesn't know exactly where the difficulty is. Perhaps this sentence is difficult for this Mrs. Rebecca to express-it is as dry as drinking a cup of black tea without adding anything; or it is not at all. It wasn't that easy to articulate—but she didn't think this Mrs. Rebecca seemed so inarticulate.

Cinderella felt that her mind was a little chaotic, like a fantasy novel, full of thoughts that could be called unconstrained in the eyes of others, she really wanted to sort out all these inexplicable emotions, but she quickly He found himself silent for a long time.

Long enough to make her look a little unreasonable.

It was so long that her father felt abnormal.

Cinderella quickly put away these emotions that were so strange that they no longer belonged to her, and decided to sort them out after she returned to the room and lay down on the bed.

Why is today's self so strange.

That's probably the point.

Cinderella quickly returned to her senses, and then showed an awkward smile to Rebecca who had been staring at her during her silence, she nodded lightly, and performed a salute that was not so standard, "Yes, Ma'am, I'm Cinderella."

Under the bright, but not very warm sunshine in this season, Cinderella seemed to see that the other party's blue eyes were moist for a moment. Just when she wondered if it was her own illusion, Rebecca But stretched out his hand.

Through the gloves made of black lace, Cinderella felt the cold hand of the other party caressing her cheek.

Although the hand-woven gloves are well-made, they are still not smooth compared to the skin, but the other party's movements are very gentle. After many years of absence, Cinderella seems to feel the touch from her mother again.

"You really look alike."

Rebecca murmured softly, except for Cinderella standing in front of her, no one else found what she said.

Cinderella saw something that seemed to be called nostalgia in the other party's shining eyes. She didn't know what this nostalgia belonged to, but subconsciously took her vague lower than that as yes. Comments on her looks with her father.

In fact, she looks more like his mother.

Cinderella thought.

Her father had said so more than once, and of course, the maids too.

"Today is our first meeting, Cinderella, I'm Rebecca."

Rebecca said as she withdrew her hand, and then she seemed to suddenly remember something, and continued after a short pause, "Until you are willing to call me mother, you can call me Mrs. Rebecca."

She didn't force herself to call her mother!

Cinderella was a little surprised.

These days, she has done countless psychological constructions in front of her mother's grave, so that it is not so difficult for her to call a strange woman her mother.

Now, while the other party made him have an indescribable affection, he didn't even force himself, which really made Cinderella heave a sigh of relief.

The Marquis of Gutenberg didn't know what they said, but just looked at the expressions of Cinderella and Rebecca, he found that the two seemed to get along better than he imagined, although he was surprised by this, but more Many are still glad.

If only they could get along well.

This is the most sincere wish from the heart of the Marquis of Gutenberg.

It seems that the outside of the house is not a suitable place for chatting—especially in this season, the Marquis of Gutenberg interrupted the conversation that the two seemed to be having, and then brought Rebecca into the mansion.

Rebecca's twin daughters—Anti and Tana, who were still in a state of excitement, also followed in. Cinderella, who was walking at the end, looked at the clear sky outside the house. Due to the season, there were rarely bare branches. To make myself feel depressed, the chirping of the birds in the forest also sounds a little less sad, and even the sound of the wind blowing does not seem to be roaring.

Although the air is still chilly under the bright sun, today is indeed a fine day.

It is probably the same for the Marquis's mansion.

Under the urging of the maid, Cinderella turned around with a smile, and walked towards the mansion where her father and mother, and now her stepmother and sisters, were also welcomed.

The days to come will probably be much more lively than in the past, right?

As soon as Cinderella entered the house, she was told by the maids that her stepmother and sisters had gone upstairs.

Because of Marquis Gutenberg's order in advance, their room was cleaned early in the morning. Although she didn't interfere with the layout of the room, she went to the conservatory this morning to pick a few bouquets of flowers, and then ordered the maids to clean them up. In a vase in their room.

I hope these flowers can bring some good mood to them who are newcomers.

Cinderella, who felt that she should have nothing to do next, was about to go back to her room to read a book, or sort out her chaotic thoughts just now, when she heard a strange but steady footstep coming from the corridor, like high-heeled shoes. The sound it makes when on the carpet.

"Cinderella."

She followed the footsteps and the unfamiliar voice, but saw the woman who had just become her stepmother today standing there alone with a smile on her face, but there was no one around her.

Cinderella looked at her a little strangely, wondering why the person who should be visiting the mansion with her father appeared here at this moment, she opened her mouth cautiously, both as a greeting and as a test, "Ma'am?"

"Can I talk to you alone?"

As if seeing Cinderella's anxiety, Rebecca tried not to sound so eager, "I think you should be willing to show me the mansion?"

She showed a gentle and kind smile.

Cinderella was startled, and then did not ask about the whereabouts of her two new sisters, but just nodded, "Of course."

She is willing to have a private chat with this lady who doesn't seem so difficult to talk to, and is easier to get along with than imagined, or take her to get acquainted with the mansion.

During the whole visit, Rebecca was quieter than Cinderella imagined. She didn't ask any difficult questions, but just listened to Cinderella's introduction quietly.

Occasionally, she would also ask a few topics about Cinderella's daily life, but other than that, she had been silently watching Cinderella who was introducing everything about the mansion to herself with concentration and enthusiasm.

"Then... are you happy in the mansion?"

Finally back in the living room, Rebecca and Cinderella were sitting on two different sofas. The maid had already delivered black tea and biscuits in a timely manner. Rebecca held Cinderella's hand and asked hesitantly.

Cinderella obviously didn't expect her to ask such a question. After a brief surprise, she quickly recovered, and then nodded firmly to Rebecca.

"Yes, ma'am."

The living room was so quiet, the dense windows blocked the sound of the wind outside the house, and although the sparks in the fireplace were still crackling, it was so subtle that it was difficult to attract their attention.Cinderella wanted to say something, but suddenly heard a few slight sounds coming from outside the window.

Cinderella and Rebecca looked at the source of the sound at the same time, only to see two white pigeons standing outside the window, their beaks knocking on the window time after time, as if they were eager to come in for warmth.

Compared to Cinderella's surprise, Rebecca narrowed her eyes slightly. Just as she was about to say something, her two daughters suddenly broke into the living room with excited expressions on their faces.

Rebecca knew that the conversation between herself and Cinderella might not be able to continue.

"This home is so big, Mom, and so is the manor!"

"Mom, listen to me, there are two pianos in this house!"

"By the way, mom, I want to learn oil painting!"

"I want to learn piano! Piano!"

The daughters' mixed voices of exclamation and excitement filled their ears. While comforting them, Rebecca looked at Cinderella who was sitting on the side, but saw her smile and put the teacup back on the table for a moment.

Ah, it really looks like it.

she thinks.