A girl from high society [JENSOO]

15

This was not.

This was not how she had imagined the end of the day when she came down the stairs in the morning, ready to sing with joy at the thought that Jennie had scolded Mrs. Norris for her.

This was not how she imagined the consequences of their shooting in the pasture, when, after receiving the message "in ten minutes in the pasture," she pulled on her boots and wrapped a scarf around her neck, and then ran, jumping one step at a time, imagining how bright Jennie's green eyes would shine against the white snow.

It wasn't supposed to end like this: she shouldn't have come back to the mansion, cowardly refuse lunch and lock herself in her room to calmly wait for Edward and at the same time think about what happened in the pasture. Jennie kept popping up in my head, only Jennie, her hand, small, fragile, but strong at the same time, her huge eyes, in which there was no fright - only something infinitely familiar, as if Jisoo had already seen this expression a hundred, a thousand times, and knew that it appears only when Jennie he looks at her.

After Mary interrupted them with Jennie (no, she didn't, there was nothing to interrupt, nothing, nothing... just Mary came while they were talking) in the pasture, they were no longer alone and did not say a word to each other. Jisoo refused to shoot again (her hands were shaking so much that she wouldn't have hit the barn wall), took a place near the apparatus and watched for half an hour as Jennie shot down flying saucers, and Mary stood nearby and chirped all sorts of nonsense, and most of her chirping flew off to nowhere, because Jennie just nodded, but did not answer anything intelligible.

After Mary suggested a walk in the garden, and Jisoo agreed, simply because she wanted to stay with Jennie a little longer, but the girl, looking away, said dryly, "I still have things to do," took the gun from Jisoo, apologized and left without even looking in her direction. As if nothing special had happened. It was as if half an hour ago they had not stood face to face in the pasture and looked at each other so intently that it seemed impossible to break this thread that suddenly stretched between them.

And Jisoo, who was so painfully waiting for a single hint from Jennie that it didn't seem to her that Jennie also felt something, remained standing, nervously biting her lip and looking at the straight back of the departing younger Kim, listening to Mary's unbearably boring chatter, who took her arm and pulled her towards the alleys.

She had to wander around the garden for an hour with Marcus's chatty wife, talk about myself, answer stupid questions, constantly casting glances in the direction of the red roof of the Jennie house (for some reason, wherever they turned, this house got into her eyes, as if chasing Jisoo), then - thank God - it was time for lunch, and Kim, who absolutely did not want to eat, was finally able to get rid of the clingy Mary and go to her room.

But there was still a Christmas dinner coming up, at which Jennie would probably be much colder than now, which meant that Jisoo needed to somehow pull herself together and prepare for the fact that she needed to behave as distantly as possible, but no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that nothing nothing out of the ordinary happened, before Kim's eyes all the time there was a beautiful, eager face of Jennie, her plump, slightly parted lips, inviting eyes in which she wanted to drown, and Jisoo heard this whisper all the time, from which the whole body was pierced by a painful tremor.

Jisoo.

This is not the way to talk to your brother's girlfriend, with whom you are supposed to joke sweetly during annual meetings with the family.

Jisoo.

This is not the way to talk to those whom you know very little and with whom you were forced by fate, which put you, like chess pieces, on the board of life.