Chapter 1

Prologue

I’m sorry from the start, but let me provoke your sympathize with the sense of shame level first.

In fact, it wasn’t that I didn’t think about how to rehabilitate the Duke of Florence after marriage.

However, father who was one of the so-called ‘Orange’* seduced my mother of a former life with ‘Hey, get in the car!’. She had to spend the rest of her life for dealing with and clearing away farther’s mistresses and said:

*Orange means young, rich people in 1980~1990, especially in Seoul.

‘Hey, get in the car!’ is a representative seducing line of Orange while riding on a car.

“Men weren’t fixing it.”

Therefore, I didn’t want to gamble like that, nor did I feel the need to.

Anyway, so each day went by, and I gave up halfway and waited for this original work to come. If there is a chance to meet the Duke, I will avoid everything, but what will happen if I avoid him?

And four and a half years possession’s life before entering into the original.

I had no choice but to jump up to my father’s words that he had made an appointment with the Duke of Florence.

“What? What are you talking about?”

I put the shrimp in my mouth and I asked without being able to stop eating from my mouth.

But my father replied looking at me very calmly.

“I’m trying to introduce you to the Duke of Florence.”

“Why, why?”

“Is there any other reason for introducing men and women?”

It should be. Of course, it should be. Love is not the only thing men and women do!

I cried inwardly. But my cry didn’t work for my father, and he ended the meal by saying, ‘We have an appointment for the next week, so take care of your skin properly’.

After returning to the room, the maid made a fuss over me, who was devastated.

“You’re very, very fortunate, my lady. If you marry the Duke, you’ll be the Duchess!”

So far, the duchess is the problem now? Someone is going to die though?

“Aren’t you happy, my lady?”

I sighed deeply. Am I really supposed to be assassinated? Do I really have to kill someone else to live? I don’t want to do that, but… As I was rolling my head, I clicked my tongue and called the maid.

“Aida.”

“Yes!”

Aida nodded at my call. I looked at her and took a long breath and opened my mouth.

“I have a favor to ask.”

“Just tell me.”

“From now on, bring everything the Duke of Florence likes and dislikes.”

Let’s just figure out what he likes first.

Running away from home was no use anyway. My father was as broad-footed as his wealth, so he knew all my destinations.

However, it was not realistic to catch others and marry them. I would not know if it was a few years ago, but it was impossible now. If I knew this would happen, then I’d marry a normal person and be kicked out of the house!

I blamed my ignorance but it didn’t work. For now, it was important to avoid this situation somehow.

I could feel that Aida liked it so much. She seemed to think that I was asking for the Duke’s taste to impress him.

I tried to change the genre from ‘The Possessed Lady’ to ‘The Survival’.

Soon Aida left the room and I headed to the kitchen alone. The chef hurriedly bowed while the kitchen members were screaming at my sudden appearance.

“Are you looking for something, my lady?”

I grinned and opened my mouth.

“I need some ice, can you give it to me?”

“Yes? Ice?”

In a world without refrigerators, ice is pretty precious. However, Clauda was not in a house struggling with the smallest amount of ice.

I felt the chef bewildered by the unexpected request of ‘Evangeline’, which is weak in her body for a lifetime, but I made use of my innocent and pretty appearance and made a grim expression.

Then the chef hastily brought a cup of ice.

“Is this enough?”

“No.”

I shook my head firmly at the sight of the four pieces of ice in the cup.

“…It’s not good to eat a lot of cold things.”

“I’m not eating it. So give it to me.”

Soon, the chef, who could not overcome my stubbornness, brought me an ice cube. When I received it, I was so happy that I laughed in a room.

After coming back to the room, I took a long deep breath. The maid to stop me went out, and now it was time for me alone.

I hurried to the bathtub, got cold water in the basin, and poured the ice into the colander.

And-

“It’s an ice shower for the flu.”

Swaaaaa.

I tried to take a shower of ice water.