No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I had no idea what the situation was like for Fanny at the moment, but judging from what I'd seen earlier, it was probably pretty similar to the predicament Ernest and I were in.

Getting interrupted like this, especially since it was their first time, was bound to leave a mark.

So, I immediately pressed down on an eager Ernest, "Let's take a quick break."

Ernest, chest heaving, gave me a heated look, "Yeah?"

I pouted towards the door, "Listen, someone's trying to rain on someone else's parade."

Ernest's gaze darkened slightly, "And what about it?"

"We can't just stand by," I started pushing Ernest away as I spoke.

"So, they're raining on our parade too," I loved Ernest's response.

I kissed him quickly. "Hold on, Ernest. I'll go deal with the party pooper."

It was a childish thing to say, making me feel like a kid.

Now I finally get it. When you're with someone who loves and spoils you, you start to age backward, becoming more childlike the longer you live.

That's me. I used to have to put on this mature and aloof act around Conrad, trying to come off as this future lady boss. I worked on maintaining his dignity, seeing the big picture, and understanding elegance, which made me seem way older than I actually was.

Ernest lacks Conrad's wealth and status, but it's precisely because he's free from those burdens that I can be so

the saying, "You win some,

slipped off Ernest like an eel, quickly fixing my disheveled clothes, and

my door, the door to Yates' room opened too.

to quietly observe, ready to join the fray if things went south for Fanny. "Where's Yates?" Milly was straightforward

taking a shower," the familiar excuse

offering a faint smile, "The senior does have a

a veiled jab at Fanny, insinuating

was up to no good, a veritable

Yates, are you? You're here for me?" Fanny's years of dealing with women not only allowed her to treat their

understand their true nature.

nightgown, lacked her usual professional demeanor, showing a softer side. But then I saw Fanny...

dinner in a long dress, but

clothes meant something had

quick? Ernest and I

that these two, in their thirties, just dove straight in

spoke up with a hint of mockery, "Why

was evident. Her words were dismissive, as

a tough line