Until The Day I Die

Chapter 7: Don't worry, I hate myself too

The gardener is fired.

As we entered the garden that was indeed well maintained, I decided to tell Philip to fire the gardener because he wasn't bad at his job.

By the way, I'm holding the prince's arm and it's just an ordinary arm, I'm disappointed.

I mean, yay! I'm holding my dear fiancé's arm! And he hasn't pushed me away!

Now, since we're eating, should I go for food-poisoning?

Why didn't they tell me earlier that he was coming? I could have cooked him something. Moreover, it's not like they told me that he was here since this morning and I could have done that in the few hours I was wasting to try to get rid of all the duchy's water with a single bath.

After all, it's not my fault, making more people die of thirst is more important, because they will dry up and that's how we get fish (#cannibalism).

Wow, the world sure is dangerous these days, we are all potential fish. Maybe the fish you will see today in your plate was your friend, or an annoying neighbor that you locked in your wardrobe one week before...

While I was mentally bullshiting, or let's say amusing my imaginary friend Asher who I'm pretty sure wasn't imaginary 24 hours ago, we arrived to a wooden table which was perfect to burn down if I ever developed pyromaniac tendencies.

As my dear fiancé and that guy Michael got seated, I showed off my professional sitting method and casually plopped down on the chair before crossing my legs in a self-confident manner to show my panties to my dear fiancé THE William Anastacius-

And damn, Michael is next to him and can see them too.

So I was forced to not sit cross-legged... It's all your fault, Michael! I hate you!

No, you know what? I'm very self-confident (and shameless) and I'm sure my panties are very beautiful! And who even looks under the table anyway?

Right? So I can sit however I want since nobody will notice-

"..."

You bastard...

I held myself back from opening my mouth in amazement in front of Michael who just looked down.

Hey, William, you could at least violate the rules of politeness and admire my underwear for me. Because YOU are allowed to do that, however now I have to sue Michael.

Hey, my dear fiancé, do you know a good lawyer? I just want to send your best friend to jail.

"So where are you in your studies? Do you need any help for the test?"

While I was drinking a disappointingly not poisoned tea (Ethan, you traitor), my dear fiancé thought it was a good idea to bring up the topic of education.

Hmm...

So, what did you not understand in 'spoiled ill-mannered and uneducated duke's daughter'? Did nobody tell you about me before coming? How useless you are, Michael!

By the way, perverted Michael, why are you not touching your tea? I specially made the maid bring the cheapest one on the market today. Or maybe you are afraid of choking because I may spout nonsense at any moment? (God said: thou are so right...) Wise decision. And with my personality, I wouldn't even be surprised if the maid put dirt in it.

I looked down at my cup.

Right, let's stop drinking tea, just in case... and not say anything to William... and potentially fire not-Annie if William notices something wrong... After all, who made you not be called Annie? I want a maid called Annie.