About Your Pride and My Prejudice

Chapter 42: It’s An Unbearable Evening Because I Miss You

Chapter 42: Its An Unbearable Evening Because I Miss You

I spent a long, long day reading a book and relaxing.  It was the book that the beautiful, suspicious man with red hair had picked up.

The reason for choosing this novel from countless piles of books at bookstores was simple. On the cover, a picture of the moon and stars twinkling in golden light caught my attention, and seeing the lyrical title, I thought it would be good to read a little every night before going to sleep.

However, the existence of a new book I bought after a long time was an unbearable thrill, and I sat down at my desk, unable to wait for the night to come.

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However, there was no way to hide shock due the flow that completely deviated from expectations that it would be lyrical. I put my finger on the page I was reading and closed the book to check the cover.

Maybe Maybe there was a mistake in the binding? I thought for a moment whether it would be better to go to the bookstore right away and exchange this book.

And I shook my head, surprised by my own narrow-minded thinking.

The title of the novel does not necessarily have to be as intuitive as in the case of. It may be a very ironic expression, and titles that seem to have nothing to do with the content are quite common.

Im disappointed right away just because its not the development I wanted, isnt it a shameful attitude to be a writer.

Lets read a little more. That was my conclusion. At least it would be right to read it to the end and then judge. Because the message that comes from the novel may appear at the end of the book.

It was only when the page turned over half way through that I realized that the binding wasnt wrong.

How can you... Poor you.

I was so immersed in the story that I was wiping away tears with my sleeve. I used to think that life is more like a novel than an actual novel. Indeed, I was reading a novel that resembled life more than actual  life.

Only intermittent sniffles and turning of pages like the soft sound of butterflies wings fluttering filled the silence in the room.

Lady!

At that time, there was a knocking sound on the door and Julias voice, which was twice as cheerful as that.

It was still too early to be dinner time. There was no smell of food coming from the kitchen, the bed linens had already been changed earlier in the week...

Are you crying?

Julia, who opened the door before I could answer, looked surprised. I just licked my lips with a face that was messed up with tears.

Oh, thats.

I guess you were reading a sad book.

said Julia, who glanced at the book on the desk.

If you happen to burst into tears again, I hope its tears of joy rather than sadness...

What are you talking about?

When I expressed doubts about her mysterious words, Julia asked back without loosening her hands. [her tight hands mean she is nervous]

Will the Royal Academy send letters to all applicants, miss? Even if you fail.

Academy? No way...

Oh, thats right!

Julia pulled out the envelope she had been hiding behind her back and added.

The academy sent you a letter.

Ah!

She couldnt stand it without delivering it right away, so she suddenly pushed the door in. I accepted the letter with tension.

The seal clearly engraved on the bright red wax must have belonged to the Academy. Julia was looking at the contents of it as if she was very curious, but I didnt want to open the letter now.

Ive never heard of them replying to all contestants individually or only to the winners. But considering that they wrote my name clearly It was certain that it was the former.

Perhaps it is not just a notification of failure, but a professional review or advice for improvement. So it would be foolish to throw it away without checking it

However, even if there was golden advice in here, I didnt want to push myself into the pit of despair by facing the news of elimination with such a sad feeling. I dont have such a great hobby.

Sorry, Julia. I want to open it a little later.

Oh, thats right. Now youre focused on reading the novel.

Julia smiled with an awkward face, even though she didnt want to rush me as I already had a sniffling nose.

Yeah, I want to read it until evening.  AndTheres no way this could contain what Im hoping for/ youre looking for.  So dont expect anything, Julia.  please.

Ah.

If the expectations are high, the disappointment is also great..

My mouth was bitter while I was talking. However, I cant blame myself for learning disappointment before expectations. I always pretend to follow realistic things, but Im actually a coward whos just crouching down for fear of getting hurt.

Julia, searched the floor with her eyes while looking for the right words with her cheeks inflated, seemed to want to say at a glance, Its too early to lose hope! In the end, she managed to say:

Okay, lady. Im going down.

Yes, thank you.

As soon as the door closed, I shifted my gaze to the opened page.

The time waiting for you

But I couldnt concentrate on the novel. It was because the letter on the other side of the desk kept grabbing my concentration.  Even if I pretended not to be, it was not easy to ignore it, this heavy weight on my heart was not easy to ignore.

After Julia visited, I couldnt read a single sentence properly and was frozen.

As expected, it was unreasonable. I thought I wouldnt be able to do anything until I opened the letter that was showing off its presence in my eyes, I had to face the cruel truth and accepted it.

Okay, lets open it.

If you are mentally prepared, its equivalent to having it done thousands or tens of thousands of times. Theres nothing to be afraid of now.

As I picked up the letter, I took a deep breath. Because I wouldnt be able to breathe when I read the letter inside. My lungs swelled up significantly.

Ha.

I couldnt read more. I couldnt read any more.  I exhaled and looked up at the ceiling. The tip of my toe was cold.

I already know the result. It doesnt change it just because I face it. But why is my heart so numb?

Oh. One thing that changes would be the fact that I would be officially unhappy from today.

In fact, in the meantime, I was able to stay in a shallow peace, saying, Its something I dont know yet, and I havent heard who is the winner yet.

But now I really have to choose.  Am I going to focus entirely on finding a marriage partner as soon as possible, or will I try to find another way by writing little by little while avoiding my mothers gaze

Perhaps I could write a new novel, and when it is completed, go to a publishing house in the city and sell it.

Its usually Mrs. Kerney and Julia who come to my room, and the two may not tell my mother about me writing secretly. Theres no secret forever. However, if I achieve my dream of becoming a writer before the secret becomes no longer a secret.

Of course, in order to do so, I will have to write several pages a day. Very desperately.

But thats the only thing I want.

.

As I was caught up in realistic thoughts, the storm in my heart began to subside.  Exhaling with a determined face, I slowly lowered my gaze.

I mustnt run away. Compared to whats going to happen in the future, its very small.

..Kyaaa! Gasp/shriek/ Kyaaa!

I had no choice but to scream so loudly that it was painful. It was so loud that I wondered if I had ever made this loud sound in my life.

Melissa!

Lady!

Soon the door swung open with the sound of running up the old stairs. Mrs. Kerney and Julia, holding a ladle and a cloth, looked down at me, who was pale and shivering.

Whats wrong?

M My, my novel.

I held out the letter in front of the two of them with trembling hands. A thin sheet of paper trembled like an aspen tree shaking.

* * *

After reading the letter over and over again, the two of them shared a hug with me and left the room noisily saying they would deliver the news to my mother, and then I grabbed the pen.

My mind seemed to be floating, but this condition did not seem to subside soon, so I decided to write a letter to the first person to come to mind when I heard the news.

* * *

The middle-aged man who handed the letter stood still with his head down.

Ah.

Alan, who was reading the letter with a slight frown, finally threw a small bag on the table. When the man snatched it, the whispers rang in the air.

As the man, who bent deeply, left the office as if running away, his ice-cold gaze fell down again. Even though he already read it several times.

So sweet.

His face, which was muttering in a low voice, was white with anger.

I was the first to know this news.  Even more than your family.

Alan sneered coldly.

And Im sorry to hear that its all thanks to him. Would that novel have been created without me, Melissa Collins?

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As the cold eyed turned toward the bottom of the letter, he closed his eyes in annoyance.

Long fingers wrapped in black gloves nervously rang the bell, and the servant in front of the office hurriedly ran.

Yes, young master.

Alan ordered with his bitter cold lips,

Go to the port. Right now.