Agnes was in a trance. She vaguely felt that the person in the mirror was not herself, but a perfect doll with the same name and face as her, but without the same soul.
She would not let others push her around like this, nor would she wear such a cumbersome dress to attend some meaningless dance.
She knew very well that she was not so well-behaved.
"Hetty, tell me, who is that person in the mirror?"
Hetty was stunned for a moment, glanced in the mirror, and smiled.
"Miss, how can you praise yourself like this?" Hetty couldn't suppress the smile on her lips and said with a slight smile: "No matter how perfect you think it is, you still have to wait for us to sort it out."
"I didn't." Agnes said seriously.
"Yes, the lady was just asking me who the pretty girl is in the mirror." Hetty said with a smile.
Agnes sighed dejectedly and waited quietly for the maid to finish sorting out all the details on her body.
Ever since she came back from the church underground, her progress in digesting the potion has almost stalled. The most fundamental reason is that she can't always make up her mind to perform in front of family and friends, just like today.
She covets the warmth from her family and friends, but is also afraid of the disgust and fear they may look at her once she starts acting out.
After all, humans are still social animals. Even if she no longer cares about her own reputation, she has not reached the state of "not being happy with things and not being sad with herself". It does not mean that she does not care about other people's words at all. Even sometimes, she still cares a lot about other people's words, especially when these words come from people close to herself.
Unlike when they were underground in the church, Mr. Rossi and the others knew that they were acting, and even if the priest was frightened by them, they would still explain it to them. You can let your hands and feet go and act without worrying about any subsequent problems.
But here, I cannot reveal to them what I am doing, and acting will also cause many subsequent problems. After all, what she needs to play now is "madman" and "werewolf", which will not bring her a good reputation. As the daughter of Count Pagani, her bad reputation will undoubtedly have an impact on her father.
Although she asked her father related questions in a roundabout way that day, his father also gave her the answer of "We are not a small noble." According to her understanding of her father, her father meant that she didn't need to care about other people's opinions. Even if something went wrong, he would not give up on Agnes.
In fact, that's right. After all, the news that she was seriously ill had spread in the social circles of Feneport City a long time ago. In March, when her mother held a music salon, she heard some ladies saying, "She is really pitiful." "Similar words.
The Earl of Pagani's family is indeed not a small aristocracy, they are even the mainstay of the new aristocracy, and there is no worry about bankruptcy. Since my grandfather chose to break up with his great-grandfather, he only had an only son, his father, and his population was not prosperous.
Fathers do not need to be like little nobles. When their children become seriously ill or crazy, they choose to send them to a monastery to reduce their own burdens. They even call it "to serve God". For them, these children's last life is The value is to gain a good reputation for the family.
But Agnes has never been used to letting herself be a drag on others, especially if she does it intentionally.
She wanted to leave home for a while until the acting was finished. But first, she entered the "prisoner" category, a type of person who would lose control if she was not careful; secondly, she herself was likely to be connected to some of these hidden existences; finally, she also accommodated "madmen" and "madmen" at once. Although she has not lost control of her "werewolf" characteristics at present, there is no doubt that the curse of "werewolf" has been strengthened to a certain extent before she has fully digested the "madman".
It is impossible for the church to allow a person like her who is like a bomb that may explode at any time to leave the city of Feneport.
If she leaves forcibly, she will most likely be considered by the church as showing signs of losing control and will be wanted by the church.
She wanted to leave just to act, not to give up her identity completely and become anonymous from then on, having nothing to do with her relatives and friends.
"Okay, perfect." Hetty looked at Agnes's whole body and clapped her hands and said.
"I'll tell the countess." Betty next to her said.
According to etiquette manuals, young unmarried women must be accompanied by an older female companion before entering social situations.
Agnes became Extraordinary earlier this year and her "illness" no longer affects her daily life. Since February this year, she has only begun to attend dances and dinners, but she must be accompanied by an older female companion and introduce her identity, and her mother is undoubtedly the best female companion. .
She has never liked to participate in social activities, but since her father asked, she will comply with his wishes and go to this dance to announce her return. At the same time, she also wanted to see if some obscure craziness would have the same effect.
If possible, she might not need to leave Feneport City.
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Agnes had just danced a song with her mother, which was meant to imply that neither of them had a dance partner, and perhaps her mother also had the idea of reminding her of the state of dancing.
Agnes was actually a little nervous at the time. After all, she hadn't danced for a long time. She was worried that she would step on her mother or not be able to keep up with her mother's pace. But fortunately, after incorporating the characteristics of "Madman" and "Werewolf", her "body enhancement and perception heightened" effects were enhanced, and she completed her first dance of the day perfectly.
Agnes reached out and gently picked up the juice on the table and took a sip. She looked at the people on the dance floor and raised the corners of her mouth slightly. My mother had been invited by someone she knew well before, but now she was the only one in this corner.
Maybe other people would feel embarrassed or anxious in such a situation, but Agnes didn't care much about this in the first place, so she was naturally happy to rest here and even watch other people's dance.
Agnes saw a young gentleman wearing a brown coat, black patent leather trousers and boots walking towards her. Agnes stared at him for a moment, then pulled a smile from the corner of her mouth and looked at him. .
The other person's short blond hair was neatly styled, and he had an elegant and perfect smile on his face. He walked up to Agnes and bowed. Agnes found that the arc of his bend was almost a perfect 15°.
"Miss, I would like to ask you to dance, can you?"
Agnes's smile became more obvious. She nodded, stood up, and said, "Of course, Mr. Durant."
