A girl from high society [JENSOO]

6 [M]

Emma was standing outside the door, whose dark, haughty face and upturned chin immediately spoiled Jisoo's already bad mood. Grabbing a handkerchief to throw it over her shoulders in the dining room, the girl stopped in the doorway, looking at the majestically formidable face of the housekeeper.

-Time to go down to dinner, miss.- Emma said impressively, and without waiting for an answer, turned around, holding her gray head high. Jisoo sighed and was about to close the door behind her when she suddenly remembered that she hadn't put on lipstick. Jisoo had to be fully armed to appear in front of Jennie after the quarrel in the pool, so she returned to the room and carefully smeared her lips with dark pink lipstick - the only one that suited her. But Kim had barely finished and put the case on the dressing table when the door opened and Edward stood on the threshold. He, too, had changed into a white shirt and chic gray trousers that fit on his hips as if they were molded, and looked very pleased, as if he had just received a pleasant news.

-Why are you so upset? Something happened?- He asked, resting his shoulder against the doorjamb. Jisoo, who still couldn't move away from the incident in the pool, looked at him as if he was crazy.

-Actually, to be honest, yes. I'm bored of sitting here and waiting to be called to eat, as if I'm in prison. I feel like a prisoner who eats and walks according to a schedule.

Edward shrugged his shoulders in confusion.

-So I suggested you go for a swim, didn't you go?

Jisoo crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head.

-Are you kidding me? Didn't you know that your sister always swims at this time? We bumped into her in the pool and slightly...

She pointed with her index finger and thumb at a distance of about two centimeters.- ...quarreled...

That's an understatement, Kim!

Edward's good-natured face had an expression that was already familiar to Jisoo, which she had never seen in London, but in Kim House it seemed to be one of his usual masks. Not that slight anger mixed with arrogance, not that distrust mixed with unwillingness to get into trouble... The first or the second did not matter, the expression was disgusting to Jisoo.

-Quarreled? And what does that mean?

-That's it.- Kim paced the room nervously.- That we are physically and morally incompatible with her. She hates me!

-Darling...- Edward began, but Jisoo interrupted him with a wave of her hand.

-Just let's live these two days, and then I'll go home, and everything will get better. Really, I don't want any problems.

Edward rubbed his forehead with his hand. He was clearly puzzled by Jisoo's behavior, but the girl was also grateful that at least he did not push them against Jennie. Another in his place could have caused a scandal, and some of the young people in a similar situation even made a choice in favor of related blood, motivating this by the fact that there are many girls, and one sister.

-I didn't imagine that this could happen... I didn't expect that you wouldn't get along at all...

He put his hand on Jisoo's shoulder.

-I know it's not easy with Jennie. She has been through a lot in her life and ... I can't tell you everything, but understand...

-I understand.- Jisoo said dryly, twisting out from under his arm.- But that doesn't give her the right to act like a total bitch, does it?

The difficult conversation did not leave her mind when she and Edward went down the stairs, and during dinner, which Jennie — thank God — did not show up (Mr. Kim with obvious effort told Edward that "Jennie always has dinner at her place"), and after that, when they went to their rooms And Edward, having promised Jisoo to come later, somehow awkwardly kissed her hand and left. Jisoo was left alone with her thoughts again. At home, after dinner, it was customary to sit at the table for a long time and drink tea, discussing everything in the world, then grandfather and mother always watched the evening news or a movie, and if guests came to the house, it sometimes happened that everyone stayed up long after midnight, laughing, drinking wine and listening to some an old thing that was put into practice by Grandma Kim, who managed to be a hippie. Their not too rich, but cheerful and simple house now seemed like paradise to Jisoo, because it was easy and joyful to be in it, and here, among the canvases of 19th-century artists and expensive parquet floors, she just gasped like a fish without air, and it began to seem to her that she understood Jennie Kim a little. Jichu got used to the fact that people around her were simple: they all behaved clearly, they had clear goals and desires: food, career, entertainment; they might not discuss Titian or Nietzsche at dinner, but they could laugh at a good joke, and in decisive moments of life they would not regret nothing for a good cause. The same... Jisoo didn't understand them. Why does this girl, Jennie Kim, live, who buried herself alive in a grave made of mahogany and expensive porcelain? Why does she need all this luxury if nothing gives her joy? Why does she get out of bed every day, wash a luxurious well-groomed body, style her hair, paint inexpressibly beautiful eyes, seeing longing and pain in them? However, Mom always said that Jisoo is a prude, so maybe she really is a prude and thinks about Jennie what Jennie wanted Jisoo to think? What if Kim really leads a super busy life and she's happy, and Jisoo just made up all this drama for herself because she's bored, and also because Jennie dared to reject her clumsy attempts at friendship? And maybe Jisoo made it all up because Jennie was too beautiful, and looking at her, I wanted to imagine that a beautiful shell hides an equally beautiful content, which, of course, could not be true...