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Chapter 58

-Chapter 58-

'This must be the lowest he carries.'

I took it, stepped forward, and put the bill in the clown's hat.

Then the clown started juggling in circles around me, and the guy behind me on the violin played even more enthusiastically, which really made me feel embarrassed.

It was probably the most money they'd ever gotten for their talents.

I stiffened my shoulders and looked back at Killian, who was smiling weakly at me.

He must have thought it was funny to see me so stiff and rigid, clutching a bouquet of flowers in one hand and candy in the other for fear of ruining the clown's juggling act.

"Alright, that's enough. Now let go of my wife." Killian said with a chuckle.

The clown backed away with a series of thank-yous, and I managed to get back to Killian's side.

People around us continued to stare in our direction, seemingly surprised by his appearance.

I was strangely tickled by him referring to me as "my wife," so I couldn't help but smile.

Why do good times go by so quickly?

Our evening melted away as quickly as fifty sennas street candy, leaving behind a sweet aftertaste and the smell of fresh wildflowers.

"You don't usually believe me, so you're probably not going to believe this, but I had a great time today, thank you." I announced with a smile.

At the door to my room, I looked back at Killian and waved goodbye.

"It wasn't a great outing, was it?"

"Everything was a first for me. It was great." I insist.

"Is that so......?"

I nodded.

I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this happy. Maybe, maybe there wasn't.

But I couldn't think of anything more to say than that.

It would be rude to hold on to him too long.

"Then...... good night." I whispered.

Killian gave me a small nod, and I gave him one last smile before closing the door behind me.

A sigh escaped me as the door closed between him and I.

'You know, this is only going to make me greedy......'

One of my first resolutions after getting married got shaken.

I still have that piece of paper in my desk drawer where I circled "Be grateful for what you have" over and over again.......

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Killian

Edith closed the door without looking back at me, so she didn't see me raise my hand afterward, but I didn't knock on it again to call her.

'What am I doing?'

Clenching and unclenching my hand, which I raised and lowered again, I slowly walked toward my room.

Everything I'd done with Edith today had been a first for her, and a new experience for me.

Starting with the opera, Odelette, which I'd picked in the hopes that it would be a smooth date.

It's a famous opera, and I had seen it many times.

The only difference was that the lead soprano in today's opera was a particularly famous singer, so it was going to be the same old experience for me. It would have been the same if the person I went with wasn't Edith.