Formerly, The Fallen Daughter of the Duke

It was just a month after Claire enjoyed her date with Vike and watched the fantastic city of dusk.

Tomorrow, at last, there will be a meeting in the royal palace to find the queen of Vik in the name of the night club hosted by His Majesty the King….

Only twice in the past month has Claire faced each other in the private rooms of the Vique and Lene families.

In fact, Vik may have been visiting more, but Claire was too busy teaching Isabella how to make and dance and wasn't in the room much.

Nor did Vik's leave a letter or ask why because Claire was absent.

Every day like that, Claire, she felt clearly lonely.

Even after 10: 00 at night, so much so that Vik had left the curtains open wondering if he would show his face.

(Tomorrow is finally the night club to find the Queen. no longer will he show himself in this room)

As one of them sank in the room, Concon, and the door to the room were knocked.

"Yes."

When I thought someone was out, it was Isabella who was in the hallway.

"Claire, your sister. I have an important favor to ask. Why don't you come to the reception room?

"Yeah, sure."

I'm sure there's something I'd like to review before tomorrow night's party. Claire, who thought so, immediately smiled and nodded and headed to the reception room with Isabella.

When I opened the door to the reception room, I had the appearance of Baroness Lehne and his wife sitting on the couch with some troubled expression on their face.

The gaze stares at a certain point.

(I wonder what it is...)

When Claire turned to you, it was decorated with a deep blue long dress.

(Though I would have decided that tomorrow's dress would be the perfect adorable pink for Master Isabella...... did I suddenly change it?)

Claire said that her head was like,? 'Filled with.

Isabella stared straight at Claire like that and put her one breath down. And open your mouth like you've decided to.

"Claire, sister, I need you to do me a favor. Tomorrow, wear this dress and come with me to the nightclub."

Too much, Claire thought it was a joke for a moment.... but Isabella's eyes were serious.

"I told you earlier. Isabella, not if you get Claire in trouble."

"That's right. Claire is a teacher you should respect. Are you going to take that teacher as a samurai?

Lene and his wife go into stopping, but Isabella, who is usually supposed to be honest and submissive, doesn't listen at all.

"Please. I've worked really hard over the past month on manners and dancing. The teacher also praised you for being so much better, didn't he? So think it's a reward, please"

While remaining young, tears accumulate in the eyes of the slice length that makes you feel intelligent.

(You must be anxious)

Claire, who thought so, puts her hand on Isabella's shoulder, keeping her posture just a little lower and looking at each other.

"Master Isabella is such a wonderful lady. As a tutor, I'm not ashamed to put it anywhere."

"Sister Claire,... I'm not. Why would I want to go to a night club with your sister?"

Finally, a large tear spilled out of Isabella's eyes.

"Your sister's room upstairs is mine. Do you think you know anything about the situation…"

Claire was hazy.

Isabella goes on even further.

"Since your sister was here,... your sister and Your Highness have been my admirers. So please. Come with me to the nightclub..."

Ahead, it doesn't go on anymore.

(My reckless behavior has hurt my pretty Isabella so much)

Claire's heart was full of sorrow as she stroked Isabella's back as she cried.

Late that night.

Baroness Lehne and his wife, who confirmed that Isabella had slept, visited Claire's room.

"I'm sorry I'm late this night."

"No, welcome...... I'm so sorry"

Claire bows her head deeply.

"Claire, please give me your head"

The lady speaks gently.

"Isabella said it earlier. Every day, Prince and Claire, who come just to exchange a word, said it was like gaga and admiration."

"Yes, yes. In the last few months, I've been studying hard to become a queen's supporting officer. It was weird!... but the Queen meant Claire."

The Lenes laughed with their usual soft smile. And say.

"I want to ask you as the owner of this house. Tomorrow night, could you accompany Isabella?"

"As it is, she may never tell me again that she wants to be a woman. From me, too, please."

Claire smiled lonely.

If my employer lowered my head, Claire would have had to nod already.

The next day. Claire, for the first time in a long time, put her sleeve through the dress.

I miss the feel of a tight tightening corset.

I recall there were times when Charlotte was escorted to night clubs like every week.

Claire was the first night club since her hair was shorter.

Braid and up the semi-long hair and add the hair decoration that Isabella chose for me.

The deep blue dress that Isabella had ordered at some point was an elegant design with little exposure, hidden in delicate laces, from the decorte to the upper elbow area.

(very nice)

When you check to the back with your appearance, you see a pocket watch placed on your desk.

(I don't know if this is a dress with this design... okay)

Claire softly wore the pocket watch she kept from Veek.

Of course, Claire knows perfectly well that the opportunity to talk to Veek won't come around even if she's so dressed.

It is an implicit understanding that in such meetings, both in the Paft and Noston countries, voices are spoken out in turn by the superior nobleman's courtiers.

Isabella and Mr. and Mrs. Lehne were thankful for their care, but Claire intended to see Vik dance with the other ladies as an example, a flower on the wall.