The Villainess’ Beloved Plan: The Struggles to Avoid a Doomed End

“Are you here for a reason, Miss Sophia?” McKeel suddenly asked her after noon on the fourth day. It was late afternoon on the fourth day when Sophia was relaxing in the salon with Orion.

She sat down on a nearby sofa, crossed her legs gracefully and sipped from a cup of coffee. Then, he came to visit her.

When she twisted her neck and wondered what he meant by “for a reason,” he continued, a young woman like you traveling with two men sounds like an interesting story.

It was a coincidence that Kyle was staying in the room next to hers, but that’s how other people saw it.

Sophia turned over with a thinly tinted cheek.

“Nothing interesting ……. I’m on my honeymoon,” she said. Kyle just happened to be staying next to us.”

She was too embarrassed to say “honeymoon” out of her mouth, so she fidgeted with her dress, and McKeel rolled his eyes.

“Honeymoon? Miss Sophia is married?”

“Uh, yes.”

‘Then again, you got married early.

“Yes. Perhaps a little early.”

It is said that the marriageable age for women in Grastona is about 18 to 22 years old.

“I thought for sure that you were being courted by two men.”

“No way!”

“…… though you’re not quite wrong.” Orion mumbled next to Sophia, but fortunately, it did not reach the ears of Sophia and her guest.

McKeel put his finger under his chin and made a thoughtful face.

“I see. So that wasn’t it then. ……”

“Is something wrong?”

‘No, I’m talking about something. Well, then, Miss Sophia–oh, should I call you Mrs.?”

“Either one will do.”

“Then I will call you Miss Sophia. Will Miss Sophia be attending the dance today?”

“Yes, I intend to.”

The dress code for tonight’s dance party is green, yellow, black and white. Isolte was so excited in the morning that she pulled out a lemon yellow dress. On the first night, it was a feiry red off-the-shoulder dress, but today’s dress was a pretty design that brought girlishness to the forefront. Isolte had decided on “fairies” as the theme for the evening, and she was now busy choosing accessories to match her dress.

Sophia, too, had just been deciding on her makeup and hair style, and was only released a few minutes ago after she was done.

“It’s getting warmer as we near Verhund,” she said, “so they’re having a dance party tonight with the deck open.

“Really?”

“Yes, the weather is not likely to break this time of year, and the darkness of the night with the moon shining is surprisingly beautiful.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Would you like some more tea?” While Sophia and McKeel were chatting and laughing, Cedric arrived with a teapot. Sophia and Orion had their tea refilled, but McKeel finished his coffee and stood up.

“Well then, Miss Sophia, I’ll leave you to it. I will see you tonight at the dance party.”

Sophia looked back at Orion, smelling the fresh aroma that was left behind after McKeel left.

Hey, McKeel has a nice scent like mint or citrus, right?

“Now that you mention it, yes.”

‘Is it Verhund’s perfume? If I ask him, do you think he could tell me where I could find it?

“What do you mean?”

Sophia smiled shyly. “I thought I’d have Randall put it on.”

Orion snickered. “I vote no.”