In the private room of the villa, there are two people staying, and the floor under the luxurious crystal lamps is already a casual guest.

Isabel reluctantly left the place, stripped of her flamboyant costumes and embellishments.

The two of them, Alan and his best friend Brian, were talking and laughing together, and the light they represented reflected in the empty room.

"Brian, are you infatuated with that so-called Annabelle?" Alan asked.

"Well, there's something that attracts me." Brian said freely.

"She was introduced to me by my uncle, to make her show off at the banquet, and lied that she was his little girlfriend, and he had achieved his goal." Allen said.

"Oh! Uncle Bruce hasn't caught it yet, has he? He liked the little girl, but she didn't like him, so his purpose ......" he wondered.

"They're all lying, that Annabelle, that girl, is actually a mountain maid, you know? She looked at me with the same gaze she had seen me today, with a burning fire of love...... No, the first time it was obscure, and of course, I could see that she liked me a lot. ”

"So his purpose is to convince everyone that Annabelle is a rich kid - a person of status and status?" Brian said.

"And today, she looks at me with a pure gaze, and when she mentions your name, she pronounces it herself, as if she is pouring out a treasure, and after saying it, it makes people feel very surprised and incredible, isn't it a little cute and neurotic, this girl?"

He went on to say many, many things.

She gave him so many details to describe, and the look in her eyes at that time was like a light, blooming in an instant, and it was wonderful!

"What was her original name?" Brian asked.

"Isabel, this one doesn't matter, what matters is his mistress - Julia, she is both cultural and substantial, beautiful and dignified...... Birth...... It's orthodox, and that elf, who attracts the attention of all men, is far less than her. Allen said.

"Uh-huh, I know, you dislike a little girl's background is not noble enough, and she has not received the higher education and ideological baptism like most rich children, and she can't even compare to the roses of your homeland, you look down on her, and she is in love with you, starting a girl's journey of spring, don't you think you are very heartbroken?" Brian said.

Allen, who was originally indignant and eager to express his dissatisfaction, began to be silent again when he heard the end, and the sympathy in his heart sprouted little by little.

Both were silent for a moment.

Brian spoke, "Are you going to stay with Julia and the family?" How many days are you going to let your loved one and the people she loves stay here? ”

"More than a week, maybe longer if time allows." Alan replied.

"That's good, you'd better keep her servants." Brian said all his thoughts.

"I think you're trying to get some other bad idea, right?" Alan reacted, and Brian smiled seriously.

The Gray family, including the servants, went back to their dormitories.

Lulu is pushed away by Emily.

Because usually Lulu and Isabel sleep.

There was a hint of noise in the calm of Chesterton's mansion, and Emily followed Isabel into the bedroom.

Brightly lit.

The ornaments are delicate and subtle, the furnishings are luxurious and atmospheric, and the small places show taste and elegance.

"Wow!" Emily and Isabel both let out exclamations.

When they had finished washing, they lay down peacefully on the soft and wide bed, and Isabel blushed slightly and said to Emily, "Did you say anything to the Gray couple and Miss Julia when they returned?" ”

"Hmm...... No, because a gentleman has specifically instructed us not to publicize your attendance at the banquet, we all keep it a secret, and the gentleman...... It's approachable, but it's also domineering and majestic, and each of us has to be afraid of saying the wrong thing. Emily replied.

"Also, it's too boring to be idle, although we are afraid of such high-class occasions, but we can't resist our curiosity, Lulu takes the lead, and the demon comes to the door like a golden birdcage, and sneaks a few glances, to tell the truth, you are really much more beautiful than Miss Julia, and comparing her with you usually simply lowers you by several notches, not as good as yours, not as good as yours."

"Really? But our identities are fundamentally different. Isabel said.

"Isabel, do you love Master Alan?" Emily's sudden question caught Isabel off guard.

Isabel was stunned and replied cautiously, "I love ...... I love everything about him, every bit of him, every part of him that I love. ”

"Isabel, you are so good, I hope I never leave the mud, I like you more than I like Master Allen."

"Why? I envy you, you are innocent, eager to help others, who can be your good friend is a proud thing, I am very lucky, Emily. ”

"You are an angel, the most revered and admired person in my mind, do you understand?" Emily said.

"Well, no matter what happens, I won't leave you." Isabel said.

"As long as we're together forever."

"No matter what happens, I won't leave you."

"Never betray you."

"Well, I'm the same, I'll always be on your side." Emily Those.

The warmth and emotion that Emily brought to her made her no time to take care of all the worries about Alan, and gradually accompanied her to sleep.

When she woke up, Isabel was a little uneasy.

She knew that sooner or later she would not belong to this place, and with Allen's coldness towards herself, she had gradually tasted it.

Anyway, she felt a chill lingering in her.

Early in the morning, she changed her clothes, and there was a slight movement outside the door of the dormitory.

It seems that the maids have been preparing breakfast in an orderly manner.

……

"Ahh

So I quickly slipped downstairs to see if there was anything I needed her help with.

And as she approached, a voice suddenly said, "Miss Isabel, there is no need to be busy here, please rest!" ”

"Just eat."

"I ......" This made Isabel feel inexplicable, at first she thought it was the maid's arrogant and rude HR provocation to her, she wanted to argue with reason, blurted out.

"I'm sorry, I'm not here to enjoy it, Julia is our young lady...... Don't look down on the dignity you should have as a maid. ”

The solemn maid rebelled with a cold tone.

From the throat came the gentle laughter of the lark.

"Haha, you're so cute."

"Miss Isabel, you are lovelier than all the hostesses I have ever met, haha, do you think it's okay for me to call you that Miss?"

This made Isabel even more confused, and she was in a state of panic.

Behind the retrospective.

Alan and Miss Julia walked side by side to the wide sofa in the hall, which was rich and palatial, elegant and exquisite.

They leaned against it, and they were quite far away.

But Isabel couldn't get used to seeing them look at each other and smile.

There is no foreshadowing before and after.

How Ellen Fell in Love with Miss Julia!

Is it status, status, or Miss Julia's decent manners, her elegant hairstyle and face, her petite and cute figure, or the moderation and bondage borrowed from it?

Isabel grew more and more breathless. And annoyed and angry.

In short, she has to find an outlet for catharsis no matter what.

Isabel was relieved, but as soon as Miss Julia approached and burst into their circle, a stranger punctured the atmosphere of mutual harmony.

Isabel felt a chill and heartache.

She looked depressed, frustrated, and lonely.

"Alan." She never consciously called him by his name.

There was infinite thought hidden in her deep eyes, and it was clear that she loved Allen so much, her tears were about to fall out, and she swirled in her eyes again.

There is no reason for Allen, who has always been indifferent, to show a trace of emotion.

"Alan." Miss Julia, who was leaning next to him, glanced at him and turned to Isabel, "Hey, Isabel. ”

She was in a state of panic at the problems that had nothing to do with her right now.

Miss Julia suddenly withdrew her voice.

Isabel notices that she has made a fool of herself in front of Alan.

"Alan, I'm sorry, Isabel has always been a troublemaker."

"She was the same just now, I don't know what's going on, calling you by your name." Julia apologized.

"The servants of my house never call me by name." Alan explained.

"That's different." Julia said.

Facing the dilemma - the separation of the love gods.

Isabel chose to run away.

Once upon a time, there was wisteria, there was a trickling stream, there were purple bellflower flowers, there were geckos, there were bamboo leaves, there were golden fields, there were tall persimmon trees, there were pomegranate flowers, there were peach trees.

She couldn't help but flip through the poems written by the heroine of the collection of stories from the classical manor:

The fragrance of the trees at night is refreshing,

The lights of the night are as bright as the white moon,

Wearing a black coat in the damp and cold wind, he hung up the phone......

The curtain of the sky was like a purple-red sweet potato burning, gradually darkening a layer of skin, and the blue ghost was gone.

Kong Ming lanterns fell to the ground and fell on both sides of the Blue Bridge,

Frogs chirp shallowly,

The sound of the car travels far away,

The long golden chain disappeared into the distance,

Looking back suddenly,

cold nights,

The water is as silent as a dead pool,

cavity without wave marks,

The fragrance of the trees is warm,

Brightness shines on my heart.

Now that her limbs are all in vain, why does Eren love the person she hates the most, Julia?

She turned another page, and the clever poems on it were too cunning:

Don't think about it, the red flippers of the water heron are put together into a handle

Lingering rose aroma

Fly over the Blue Bridge

It's like walking through a dream

Don't think about it, the stretched body of nature blocks the top as wings

Imagine jumping under the light

It is also like being possessed from the ground

Eager

Single-handedly fell into the clear and sparkling eyeballs

The lake is full of water, and the willows are swaying

Colorful silk threads are stumbling into pieces to leave a blank impression

The vast heart is indifferent, but the place in front of me has not yet set foot in the gray Gobi Desert

Now, she truly feels the comfort and solace that poetry brings her.