Those Years of Falling in Love with Mosaic [Quick Travel]

5.9 - Eve: Did this guy come out of hell?

　　The tip of the mansion is lingering in the morning mist that never dissipates, and every glass window reflects colorful light, which is reflected on the ground sporadically. The two lines of servants who greeted him in front of the door bowed respectfully to him, their hair was neatly done, as if they were preparing for some special day.

　　"Viscount Heron, please come this way."

　　Heron leaned out of the carriage and looked at the magnificent Earl's mansion in front of him. He put his hand on the valet's hand, got out of the car, and looked at the house thoughtfully.

　　"The master said that he will wait for you in the drawing room." The servant bowed to him again and said politely, "Please follow me."

　　Heron then handed the cane in his hand to the male servant, straightened his clothes, and strode in.

　　This is indeed a special day.

　　The bouquets of flowers in the room were arranged extremely cleverly, and every corner was spotless. Heron's expensive shoes stepped on these equally expensive woolen embroidered carpets without making even a single sound. His eyes faintly scanned those valuable paintings, and then he thought of something and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

　　"Where is the countess now?" he asked the servant who led the way.

　　"The lady is still in the room," the servant replied, "Viscount Heron, please."

　　The countess on the second floor was standing behind the curtains, using the cover of the plain curtains to look at her sweetheart who was gradually walking in. Her fingers twitched spasmodically, leaving only a slightly white mark on them, and the traces of the small engagement ring had long since disappeared.

　　"Miss, miss?"

　　A maid knocked on the door and whispered: "Miss, it's time for you to go down..."

　　The Countess remained motionless. She looked directly at herself reflected in the dim brass mirror, and the flat mirror reflected her face—a slightly flat, completely lackluster face. Not only could her beauty not be compared to that of the Braden family, which was famous for their beauty, but it could not even be compared to that of her maid.

　　She is just a mediocre person.

　　With a slight wry smile, the countess slowly touched her cheek with her fingers.

　　After a long time, she said: "Let's go."

　　The countess who came downstairs was not dressed up. She was just wearing ordinary beads and a homely dress that was not old yet. The countess and his wife looked at her with surprise, but they couldn't blame their daughter in front of Heron, so they could only say: "Sonia, are you being rude like this?"

　　Heron smiled and said: "No problem."

　　He stared at the Countess with his dark eyes, and said with a smile as if he was sincerely saying: "A true lady, even if she is like this without makeup, is still extremely beautiful."

　　This was a habitual move, but this time, the countess didn't even show the slightest hint of a smile. She just straightened her back straighter, and her expression revealed a bit of arrogance that made Heron feel dazzled.

　　"Really," she looked into Heron's eyes and asked calmly, "Who is the Viscount comparing me to, the maid Eve? Or Lisa from the exchange?"

　　...

　　The smile on Heron's lips suddenly froze.

　　The count and his wife didn't know why. They looked at their daughter with confusion in their eyes and asked, "Who is Lisa?"