My Possession Became a Ghost Story - Chapter 57

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The door opened and the dress immediately caught my eye. Misha’s eyes sparkled as if expecting my reaction, but I was so flustered that I couldn’t say anything.

Isn’t this a wedding dress? It was white, flowing, and had a long train that dragged on the floor—it was exactly like a wedding dress. Just add a veil and it would be perfect.

“How is it? Do you like it, Evangeline?”

Misha chattered on about where she got her inspiration, what she paid attention to, and especially ‘since Evangeline has particularly beautiful shoulders, I opened that area up…’ She continued explaining how she focused on highlighting different parts of my body.

I wanted to listen earnestly, but I had no interest in clothes, so my only impression was that she must have worked very hard. Still, I couldn’t show such indifference in front of someone who had struggled to make my clothes.

I pulled Misha into a tight embrace.

“E-E-E-Evangeline?”

Misha trembled like an aspen leaf. I slowly stroked her back to help her relax.

“You worked hard, Misha. I like it. Time must have been tight, but thank you for bringing me such an excellent result.”

“Thank you? You’re thanking me?”

When I hugged her tightly once more and let go, Misha staggered. Moreover, Misha’s face was flushed red as if she had received some wonderful gift.

“Evangeline.”

“What?”

“You’re too much…”

Then she left those mysterious words and buried her face in her hands. Did she think I was trying to brush her off with words instead of a bonus after making her work so hard? When I told her I would give her a proper bonus, she finally smiled brightly.

Misha giggled happily for a while before coming to her senses and helping me put on the dress.

I had tried it on once during the fitting, but the level of completion was definitely different now. Unlike just looking at it, wearing it revealed its true value.

“This is truly a masterpiece… Don’t you all think so?”

Misha sighed in ecstasy and asked for the other staff members’ opinions. Misha’s employees, who had been afraid of Evangeline and kept their heads down without making eye contact, hurriedly chimed in.

“Y-Yes! I think it should be recorded in history books!”

“Yes…! If you just stand still at the ball, everyone will think you’re a work crafted by a master artisan!”

“You’re a genius! You’ve turned the social world upside down! Of course, E-Evangeline is also a genius!”

What did I do to be called a genius? A genius face? Misha’s employees clapped their hands with tears in their eyes. I thought Misha was just kind, but she does abuse her power a bit, doesn’t she? Their efforts to please their boss were quite pitiful.

“The movement isn’t uncomfortable, is it?”

“It’s fine.”

“Then let’s hurry and show Count Gabriel!”

Misha declared dramatically. I nodded along, caught up in her enthusiasm. Gabriel seemed to be a face enthusiast who liked Evangeline’s appearance, so this should work well on him.

And if this is Rohan, there should definitely be this kind of event. When someone who usually dresses plainly gets dressed up, people are instantly smitten. Of course, I’m not saying I usually dress plainly. Misha said it was original and good.

All the way back to the drawing room, Misha circled around me, showering me with all kinds of praise.

The flattery continued in front of Gabriel. Gabriel didn’t have a big reaction like opening his mouth wide in amazement like in comics, which seemed to displease Misha.

It wasn’t very obvious, but seeing the earthquake in Gabriel’s pupils, he seemed tremendously shaken, right? Unfortunately, pupil earthquakes don’t seem to count as a reaction for Misha. Misha demanded a bigger reaction from Gabriel.

“Count Gabriel, how do you feel seeing Evangeline?”

“It suits you very well.”

“No, you should know how to praise more!”

“You look like an angel!”

“Yes! Mary, you did really well!”

Mary, who had been running around the manor, must have heard from another maid that I was trying on a dress, because she quickly ran over and claimed a spot next to Gabriel.

Seeing Daisy apologetically bow suggested she had tried to stop her, but Gabriel seemed to have told her to let Mary be comfortable. After Kanna, Mary was the most cheerful person in our manor. She has the makings of a sunny heroine when she grows up.

“You look like a fairy!”

“That’s right!”

Mary endlessly spouted flattering remarks. With Mary giving all kinds of compliments and Misha clapping for more, I felt like prostrating myself to receive their bows and wanted to escape.

“Now, Count! You know what you should say now, right?”

After showing all kinds of one-dimensional examples, Misha set the stage for him to try. Usually, the more you’re told to do something, the more rebellious you become.

Gabriel pondered and seemed to find an expression that would satisfy Misha.

“Evangeline is like the brightest star.”

“Good.”

It was praise on the same level as the examples Mary had given. Misha, who had been covering Mary’s ears wondering what Gabriel would say, nodded as if somewhat satisfied.

Are you satisfied? Then please consider my feelings of prostrating myself to receive bows… When I looked at Misha with lingering eyes, perhaps my gaze was misinterpreted, because Misha startled and hugged Mary.

“Mary, let’s go out.”

“Already?”

When Mary hesitated, Misha whispered something to her. She must have made quite an appealing proposal because Mary nodded enthusiastically.

Before leaving, she ran up to me and bowed politely.

“Evangeline, thank you for making clothes for Mary.”

I wondered what she had been told, but it seemed she had brought up the request I had mentioned before about making clothes for the children. Now that my clothes were finished, they were probably about to start on that.

But why is she thanking me for that? I mean, it hasn’t even been made yet, and it’s Misha behind me who will make the clothes. Because I’m the money source? I immediately understood. Well, money is important.

Even though her contribution was being stolen, Misha’s face was bright with joy. How does she survive being so naive?

“Now, we need to take Daisy’s measurements too, so let’s go together!”

“What? But I need to attend to Evangeline. I should at least wait outside her room.”

“Oh my! This is also Evangeline’s order! Count Gabriel is here with her, so what’s there to worry about!”

Misha seemed to want to take Daisy’s measurements while she was at it. When Daisy looked at me as if asking for permission, I nodded for her to go. So Daisy also resigned herself and was dragged away by Misha.

I was staring blankly at the door the three had exited through when my eyes met Gabriel’s. It was somewhat awkward, but I felt like laughing.

“Would you dance one song with me?”

Unlike before changing clothes when I had extended my hand first, this time Gabriel was the first to bow slightly and offer his hand. Now that I was properly dressed, he seemed to intend to show proper courtesy.

“One song won’t be enough.”

There were so many types of dances. Still, I should try each type at least once, right?

“I will accompany you for as long as you need.”

When our hands met, Gabriel drew in a small breath. Was he nervous? When he kissed my hand, he acted shamelessly like he didn’t care at all.

Come to think of it, this was the first time we held hands properly, except for farewell greetings. Thinking about the kiss that should naturally follow after this made me feel slightly heated.

Of course, that thought quickly subsided because Gabriel’s hand was too hot. Why is Gabriel’s body so warm? Does having a cold heart make your hands warm?

Gabriel indeed seemed skilled at dancing, wrapping his arm around my waist and skillfully taking position.

Though I couldn’t hear it, the accompaniment had begun. I relied on Gabriel’s lead and took my first step.

Come to think of it, Misha said she wanted to see us together in the dress, but she quickly left. She probably just wanted to see Gabriel praising me in the dress.

“Misha didn’t need to deliberately leave.”

It’s not like we were going to do anything strange—we were just going to dance. Gabriel replied that it was probably Misha’s own consideration.

“Schmittiana seems to think of you as special.”

“Because she allowed me to call her by the nickname Misha?”

“Yes. The nickname is one thing, but Schmittiana originally chooses her clients carefully. That’s why I had trouble bringing her to the Rohanson Estate initially.”

Right. At first she said she couldn’t touch human skin, so she definitely wouldn’t have come voluntarily—Gabriel must have forced her to come. But isn’t that choosing criminals, not choosing people?

Hmm. Considering how she bossed around her employees earlier and Misha’s artisan spirit, it did seem like she would be selective about clients. Gabriel turned his gaze from the tightly closed door that Misha had exited through.

She’s more discerning than you’d think. Getting such a person to make clothes for maids isn’t easy.

Discerning? To me, she seemed like a romance enthusiast going crazy over the pink atmosphere unfolding before her eyes. She also seemed to have some face-obsessed tendencies. She was incredibly weak to Evangeline’s face.

Even while chatting lightly, the dance continued. Thanks to learning the theory thoroughly, disasters like stepping on Gabriel’s feet didn’t occur.

One song ended and we bowed. In a formal ball, since the song had changed, the partner should change too, but since this was private, we continued with different dances without changing partners.

The distance that had separated during the bow came together again. The temperature that now felt quite lukewarm gently wrapped around my waist.

What genre is the next song? Unlike me, who was still unfamiliar and retracing the sequence, Gabriel’s entire attention was focused on me.

It was proper etiquette to have light conversation while dancing. Where did we leave off? Ah, the story about Misha making clothes for the employees.

“Misha is just trying to earn her payment since she received compensation from me.”

“That can’t be. Even if you pay Schmittiana a fortune, she won’t move unless her heart is moved. You’ve simply become her exception, Evangeline.”

Ah. This song is a waltz. It was hard to distinguish without accompaniment. Without sound, I had no choice but to memorize through body movements. I imprinted Gabriel’s movements in my head instead of music.

Gabriel extended his left foot, his right foot moved and turned left. Then his left foot moved again, and Gabriel captured me in his eyes.

“When you capture someone in your eyes, that’s what happens.”

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