"Está bien, aceptaré tus ideas", dijo la chica pensativamente. "Entonces te enviaré algunos artículos y te los pondrás".

—Te estaré esperando, princesa. —hice una reverencia.

—¡No tienes que llamarme así! Si eres mi Compañero, usemos un lenguaje más formal, ¿de acuerdo?

—Si quieres, princesa...

—Llámame por mi nombre.

—Es un poco complicado, ya ves, no lo sé Recuerda jeje.

—Chaimae, pero si te resulta difícil llámame Chae.

—Chae, volvamos a la fiesta entonces.

-Sí.

Caminamos de regreso.

– ¿Cuál es su relación con lady Bonnet? —preguntó Chaimae. Los dos se miraban el uno al otro.

—¿Me creerías si te dijera que esto ¿Es la primera vez que hablo con ella? Es solo que ella tiene un inocente y dulce cara, pero lastimó a alguien cercano a mí y es imposible llevarse bien con ella.

—¿Es eso cierto? La conozco desde el año pasado, pero me cuesta creerlo. ¿Qué hizo Marion?

—Hay cosas que no son tan fáciles de contar a alguien que acabas de conocer.

—Oh, entiendo. Puede que pienses que estoy siendo un dolor, pero todo es porque estoy muy emocionado de tenerte como mi modelo. —Hace un expresión triste— También me sentiría incómodo si un extraño quisiera hablar conmigo informalmente y me hizo muchas preguntas.

—No seas así, no me gusta compartir secretos de otras personas, y no soy bueno para hacer amigos.

—Ya veo, eres alguien que es un poco tímido, pero alguien en quien se pueda confiar sin temor a divulgar secretos, incluso me gustas más. Eres el tipo de modelo a seguir que estoy buscando. —Me toma de los hombros—. Además si quieres podemos ser amigos.

No pude evitar reírme, esta chica, Chaimae, es todo lo contrario de la Elise del libro, además de que me recuerda a mi mejor amigo de mi vida pasada.

Tener un amigo me hace sentir más cómodo y seguro en este mundo.

—Let's do it, let's be friends! —I said laughing—. Is all you see in me a model?

—I can't help it! —He laughs—. One of these days I'll invite you to the palace.

—It would be wonderful, I've heard the garden is splendid.

—Are you free to go anywhere if you're with me and only think about the garden? —He raised an eyebrow. —Tell me, what do you do in your free time?

—Well... —I stopped to think—. Taking care of my mother's garden and studying...

—Your life is so boring, I'll show you the real fun of the kingdom. —He said smiling. —The biggest secret of royal women.

—Interesting, what is it about?

—When you go, I'll teach you. —He said with a wicked smile. —So when I invite you, make sure you come.

—I-I will... —I said with a little fear.

We entered the party, there were more people, apparently it was not the last one.

—Oh, Duke Orenthen’s son is here, I’ll go greet him. —Chaimae said. —Tell me, am I okay?

—You are a very beautiful princess. —I replied.

—Well, see you later, bye. —He left.

-Bye bye...

Great, I was alone again, how awkward.

I heard the sound of a glass being hit by metal, Marion was in front next to her father, everyone paid attention to them, including me.

“Good evening,” Count Bonnet said. “I want to thank you all for coming to the celebration of my beloved daughter Marion’s sixteenth birthday. I hope you enjoy your evening, thank you.”

After those words we all applauded.

A song played, a waltz for Marion to dance with her father.

I felt someone touch my back and I turned around quickly, it was Kenneth with a big smile.

—Ah, you surprised me! —I sighed—. I thought you were some perverted stalker.

—Sorry. —He laughs.— Do you want to dance? I'm a good dancer.

—It would be a pleasure, but my dancing skills are very poor, I'm afraid I can't be up to your level.

—Luckily what I said just now was just to impress you, I'm not a professional, but maybe I'm on your level. —He extends his hand.

—It's okay. —I took her hand.

The song changed so everyone could join in the dance. Kenneth gently grabbed my waist. I blushed slightly. Apparently he was a liar. He actually danced well and it was a little difficult for me to follow him, but thanks to Elise's skill, I was able to keep up with him.

Can I really dance? Wow, that's some new information I didn't know.

Our steps were perfectly combined with the rhythm of the music, our breathing and heartbeat were synchronized, our eyes were connected, for the first time I enjoyed dancing, I felt comfortable,

We were the center, everyone was looking at us and smiling, but Marion emanated a negative aura towards me, that's Marion, look at me, I'm overshadowing you at your party, although it's nothing compared to what you did, I will change my ending at all costs, I don't care if for that I have to change the role of the innocent protagonist who humiliated a villain in search of a better life and revenge.

The song ended and everyone applauded us.

—You dance well, liar. —He whispered in my ear.

—I'm not the only one who lied. —I winked.

We bowed and then looked into each other's eyes while laughing.

Marion approached us with a fake smile, you have to admit she would make a good actress.

—That's impressive, Elise. You've improved in your dancing. I remember that at your debut party you had a slight stumble in the middle of the music. —He smiled.

—Oh yes, I was nervous. —I laughed—. It was a small mistake that I won't make again.

From that day on, Elise put all her energy into learning to dance.

—By the way, there are rumors circulating about you, but I don't know if it's true...

—Which ones? —I asked.

—They say you're 15 years old and not yet engaged.

—Oh, that's true, my father insists that I find a fiancé, but I always convince him not to do it, I want to have as much time as possible with freedom. —I answered.

“Really?” Kenneth asked. “That’s great, a lot of girls would wish to have your luck.”

—That's absurd. —Marion comments.— She should look into getting married. I've been engaged to Duke Orenthen's son since I was six. Everyone knows that the sooner a girl gets engaged, the better the candidates.

I was surprised... Orenthen... Wasn't Orenthen the surname of the person Princess Chaimae likes?

—I know, but there are several women who live without depending on a man, and I want to try it too. If it's about candidates, I have thousands of options despite my age, I've even received letters from those who are already engaged or married, asking for my hand and saying that they will leave them for me.

—You seem lucky, but I recommend you choose before your beauty wears out, it's just a piece of advice.

"Lady Marion, don't be so hard on Lady Elise." —Kenneth says.

—I just don't want him to have a bad life or reputation. —He bows.— I'll go first. —He leaves.

“Do you want to scream?” Kenneth asks.

—No, I want to go home.

—The night has barely begun, bear it.

—Shall I tell you a secret? You have to swear not to tell anyone.

—I swear, tell me.

—I came to make you feel bad, but why do I feel the opposite?

—But what did Lady Marion do to you that you want to hurt her?

—A very close friend was hurt because of Marion, Marion may seem like someone worthy of friendship, but I know that inside she is a horrible person.

—You shouldn't hold back bad feelings when you only know one side of the story, you should talk to her so she can explain the situation to you, and it's not good to accumulate hatred.

—... I don't hate her in the full sense of the word, she just bothers me.

—Don't pay attention to what he said about your engagement... If the day comes when you do it and everyone is a bad candidate, you can come to me and you will be my fiancée, you will be the wife of a high-ranking gentleman, maybe at this moment it won't be, but I know that I will.

I laughed, it's true that he will have a very high rank, he will be the one who leads the soldiers of the kingdom, although at this moment I don't want to know anything about weddings.

—Thanks, I'll think about it.

And so the night passed. I spoke to several people, but because of exhaustion I left a few minutes after midnight and returned home in the early morning, changed my clothes and went to sleep.

I was in a cell, it was nighttime and everything was dark, the only lighting was a few rays of moonlight coming through the window, it was surrounded by three stone walls and a wall of bars.

Why am I in a cell?

I was lying on a bed that was as uncomfortable as stone. I wanted to get up, but I couldn't. I wanted to say a word, but my body wouldn't obey me.

I heard the sound of keys clanking together, and heavy footsteps, both sounds getting louder and louder, someone was definitely coming.

My body moved on its own and approached the bars and I shook them violently.

What the hell is wrong with me?

A soldier with a torch stood in front of me, maybe he was the loud person.

My mouth opened by itself and I started to speak.

—Let me go, I beg you! —I said desperately while I squeezed the bars tightly.

Everything I do and say I can't control! It's like being just a spectator.

—Ha, do you know why you're here? You're a murderer, I bet you didn't let your victim go.

Murderer?! Somehow this scene sounds familiar to me...

—Te daré lo que quieras, pero ponme ¡Gratis! ¿Qué quieres? ¿Dinero, poder o ambos? ¡Dime lo que sea! —dije en un tono Voz baja pero rápida—. Solo tienes que dejarme salir.

—Soy muy leal a la familia Bonnet, me gustaría no traicionarlos liberando al asesino de la señorita Marion. —Frunce el ceño.

Espera un minuto, yo no maté a Marion, esto no tiene sentido.

Vuelvo a moverme sin querer y caigo a mi rodillas.

—Nadie se dará cuenta de que eras mi libertador. Extraño a mi esposo y estoy esperando un bebé. Quiero hacer cosas Con él, por favor. —dije, mirando al guardia a los ojos.

Mis ojos se llenaron de lágrimas, había leído esto antes en el libro, vivirlo es totalmente diferente, siento lástima por Elise... Derecha ahora soy testigo de los recuerdos de Elise de su primera vida.

—¡Ja, si te dejara salir y tu marido viera Tú, lo primero que haría es matarte con sus propias manos. Ha sido Tres semanas desde que has estado aquí y él no ha venido a visitarte, debe estar decepcionado.

—¡No! Él me entendería... Esa perra quería separarnos, lo hice para salvar mi matrimonio, él lo entenderá... Él me perdonaré... Y será mi final feliz. —Me pongo a llorar. —Después de que mucho tiempo sufriendo, debo ser feliz... Después de la tormenta llega la calma... No ¿Verdad?

El soldado se ríe a carcajadas.

—Las locas como tú nunca conocen la felicidad. —Después de eso siguió su camino.