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☾ fifty - two ☾

Only then was I convinced by Marilyn's subsequent explanation.

'Well, my skin is sensitive, I'm used to being cooked when I'm in the sun for a long time.'

"Okay."

When I accepted it, Marilyn smiled and opened her mouth, "Then I'll shall get you ready."

I sighed as I stared at her back.

'I don't know why but Marilyn hasn't been able to leave me alone lately.'

Obviously she never interfered at all before, but now she's poking her nose into every single move of mine.

In fact, I think it is very awkward for someone to take care of and worry about his or her personal feelings.

'In my past life, I lived alone and separated from my mother, and even now I am still an only child.'

Then, Marilyn came with my gown and hat.

"I'll put it on you, miss."

That's strange.

Rather than feeling bad, laughter came out of me as I watched her treating me like a child.

"Why are you laughing, Miss?" Asked Marilyn

I looked at her.

"No, it's just."

I thought I'd get to attached to her if I stayed.

I pressed down on the words I wanted to say.

It's better not to give her too much affection as this is a house I will leave someday.

"Thank you."

She spoke with a smile at my words,  "No problem."

I dropped my head as I looked away from her.

'Let's not expect anything. Yeah, hey, you're never gonna get hurt again.'

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I took a walk with Marilyn and looked around the garden.

"There are roses, pansies, and all kinds of flowers."

It is certainly early summer, all the flowers are in full bloom.

'Would roses and those flowers be enough?'

I tried to cut the stem of the rose with the scissors I brought.

Then, someone called out me.

"What are you doing here?"

I looked back, and Max was staring at me.

"When did you get here?"

"Just now."

He seemed to be feeling uncomfortable.

I sighed as I walked over to him.

'What's wrong with him this time?'

Then he pointed at the scissors I was holding.

"Why are you holding them so dangerously?"

'You're as dangerous as these scissors.'

It was absurd, but if I don't answer him right away, I'm sure he'll bother me until I do.

"Oh, I'm here to cut some roses."

He raised one eyebrow at my words.

"Why are you doing that? Why don't you make the people below you do that?"