Her heart was still trembling, and the layers of moon flowers in the flower bed gradually gathered the buds, and the bright moon hung high, reflecting her snow-white face.

She wanted to stoop down to pick a moon flower while no one was around, on the one hand, because she was afraid that the owner of the manor would scold her, so she implicated Mrs. Gray, and on the other hand, she felt pity for the beauty of the flower blooming alone under the night sky.

She looked around at the depths of darkness, and it was as silent as ever.

In the quiet of the green wood, she was still determined to take the risk and decisively pluck it from the branches.

And in doing so, he suffered the price of enduring the pain of stinging and blood.

This kind of taste is also happy when you think about it.

She embraced it with a sense of accomplishment, an adventurous spirit that not every servant in the manor possessed, especially the foreign servants who came to the manor.

"It's not right to take someone else's stuff without permission."

A tall man suddenly stopped in front of her head, and in the darkness of the night, the breeze playfully swept the restless leaf petals of the moon season.

Isabel could see the face of the terrifying wildcat through the moonlight.

The man was stunned for a moment, as if the servant had thought he was a monster when he saw him.

The idea she secretly hoped for came true in real life.

"Excuse me, miss, are you going for a ride here, or are you waiting for someone?" Men change the subject to avoid the embarrassment of going closer.

"I don't think you're going for a ride, compared to—must be waiting for someone."

The moonlight teased the human organs, spleen and stomach, and the blood dripping from the fingertips seemed to spread in all directions, peeling off the split red lips with teeth and claws.

Isabel replied, "No, I'm not waiting, and no one is waiting for me." ”

She smiled, and spread under the moonlight with the kind of innocence that the man could not imagine in his heart.

"Only the owner of the moon flowers can pick them, but you-I don't think I'll give ...... the account of my theft."

"No, it won't." The man interrupted her.

"What's more, some people endure pain, and they pay for it, isn't it?" The man faintly lowered his long eyelashes, and in an instant, the depth in his eyes made Isabel a little distracted and confused, and the depth seemed to be somewhat similar to Alan.

But she didn't dare to determine if the person who appeared in front of her was Allen's relative or something.

However, his rough facial features and appearance are completely different from him, and there is a visible difference.

It's just that the emotions and artistic conceptions presented in the eyes have different and conspiracy similarities.

"This moon flower, please help me give it to its owner, you must know him too."

"Who?" The man listened curiously, as he watched Isabel silently gaze into his eyes with a focused gaze.

Her eyelashes fluttered, like the dew in her eyes, like the countless thin wings of a butterfly that would burst out at any moment.

No, he was very strange, it must have been his own eyes that were wrong, it was not a sparkling dewdrop, but only the brightness reflected in the pupils that looked relatively bright under the moonlight.

At the moment, he was as focused as she was, but he didn't think she was using him to get him to mention her in front of Alan.

The man held the moon flower in both hands and slowly held it in the wide palm.

"I know more than one owner in this manor."

The man fell silent, and Isabel didn't know how to break the silence.

"Or do you have something else in mind, miss?" He seemed to see a hint of it.

"I didn't ...... No, sir, I guess my real master is looking for me, and I shouldn't have run around here in the first place, but now that my fever has subsided, and I have returned to my room, I should not be told that they are talking about pneumonia or something. ”

"Fever, you- you had a fever just now, so you ran here with your stomach and took advantage of the cool breeze here in the garden to lower your body temperature?"

"Probably so."

"Please don't tell anyone that there is a servant here 'waiting for someone', thank you, sir." Isabel accentuated those two words in particular.

"I'm sorry for the trouble."

"What's the matter?"

"If there's one missing in the flowerbed, I'll say it was taken down by the wild cat."

Isabel left the place in great embarrassment, if he had never met the wild cat, he must have seen her scouting the wild cat, or else he would not have been quite sure that a wild cat had passed by.

"I've never heard of a maid invited by Allen, and if so, what is Allen's intentions?" The man held the moon flower and speculated, the blood droplets on the green-brown leaves of the moon were close to drying.

Everyone was changing their dresses, and the voices were noisy and crowded.

Mrs. Gray was crowded in the middle of the crowd by the many maids, with nowhere to put her feet, and whispered, "I really shouldn't have brought them here, it's a shame." ”

She sighed softly, for fear of being noticed and discovered by others.

"What kind of style is this, dear Granny Lulu?" The maid asked.

"You shouldn't be fit to wear this outfit to attend the costume misunderstanding, or you will walk and sway like a big she-goose." Granny Lulu leaned closer to her.

"Granny Lulu......"

While everyone had chosen their clothes, leaving the Gray family silent, the Gray family was still choosing clothes that didn't fit, and they could only stare blankly at the endless night sky.

The servants, whom Granny Lulu called the big goose, looked at each other viciously, as if they were slapping an ugly rouge gouache dancer who couldn't get on the stage.

The servant was overjoyed to stretch the swan's neck, but without the grace and nobility that belonged to the swan.

The servant Candace angrily called her an ugly bastard with big buttocks, and even though a big broom could not lighten the weight of the dress.

Daisy's bea-sized eyes should not have been staring at the enviable and beautifully dressed women, but should have chosen to stay on a country manor and do odd jobs, perhaps earning a penny of Mrs. Gray's pocket money.

Mrs. Gray had already gone to the ballroom with Mrs. Gray and Miss Julia.

The turbid atmosphere in the dance hall is a little different from what I imagined, just like those goblets that are filled with red wine, carrying the noise and noise of everyone.

Everyone talked about many things about the officialdom of the mall with intention and purpose.

At this time, a woman came forward in front of the golden door, with an extraordinarily elegant demeanor, which attracted the attention of many people, including many celebrities and nobles.

"It's Alan's mother, Angela."

At this time, in the quiet and unoccupied guest room, something earth-shattering was happening.

Isabel didn't dare to look at the stack of ball costumes thrown by the maid.

"Miss Isabel, there's a gentleman who told you to be sure to show up at the ball, you know, there's a story about wild cats."

Granny Lulu, Daisy, and Candace all watched in amazement as Isabelle, whom the men of the manor called "little fools," departed.

"She's not going to shit luck, this little idiot, what a stupid little idiot."

"But it stands to reason that our little fool, Miss Isabel, is more beautiful and beautiful than Miss Julia, and no one will not notice it." Granny Lulu pouted at Candace and Daisy.

"Granny Lulu, you know how to steer when the wind blows."

"Hmph." Granny Lulu drank a glass of spirits and smiled at Isabel who was already fully dressed.

Her real little baby, the shell, is only Isabel a little fool!

Isabel stretched out her hands in disbelief and touched the gown that was pressed against her skin in front of her, the smooth satin and fine and gorgeous texture of the gown, which was even more stunning than the sunset in the countryside.

For a moment, she couldn't take away her gaze from the gown and jewelry.

But she was soon forced to come to her senses, and from the very beginning, the maid who gave her the dress had bad intentions towards her.

Although she didn't know where she had offended the originally gentle maid.

"Miss Isabel, please don't tell this casually, and don't tell Alan, okay?" After the maid had explained, she left the door around the kerosene lamp that fell like a spark on the closet.

The party was full of celebrities and aristocrats, and as Alan was about to give a speech of celebration and gratitude, all eyes were on Isabel.

The people were silently watching the man who had come in.

In the crowd, a small discussion was set off, where did this pure and elegant young lady come from?

But with Allen's involvement, the curiosity of those merchants gradually subsided.

Isabel was noticed by Angela, a girl she had never seen before.

Her royal blue eyes should only be found in remote areas, could it be that she is a foreign classmate of Allen studying abroad?

If so, you should have told me in advance, this beautiful girl, from the appearance and demeanor, is quite decent, and her skin is quite snow-white, like a pearl shining under the snow light, without whitewashing, but also naturally attracts people's attention.

The well-proportioned clavicle ravine, like the country road where she used to walk in the past, was simple and had a shy smile, which inexplicably made Angela think that she was a girl who was not good at words in ordinary life.

There must have been times when she had seen such a delicate girl on another farm.

The sparkle in Isabel's eyes was completely different from those who were pampered and well-off.

At least for now, Angela has not observed such a young girl from a celebrity aristocracy.

"Where's Isabel?" At this time, Julia noticed that the person was actually a little similar to Isabel, but even if she was dressed, she didn't have the ability to get here, right, wasn't she afraid of being caught by us and being blown away by Allen on the spot?

"I don't know, she should be back now, it's so late, she can still walk back to the town to find the homeless man and give her a few coins back to the manor, didn't I just say a few words about her, a fifteen-year-old girl is so childish." Mrs. Gray could not help but be a little worried, she did not think that the man was Isabel.