The night in Gwangju was incredibly beautiful, like a dignified lady shedding her outer garments to reveal pure white and tender warmth. The wind gently blew, lifting her hair, which brushed against the palm of one’s hand. Her dignity transformed into an unrefined charm, and that touch of shy, trembling allure amazed every passerby.
Stars, the bright moon, and the willow branches all adorned her without exception.
Jennie’s body trembled like a flower in the spring breeze.
Even the newly blooming flower outside the window trembled, as if its petals were being lightly touched, its body cherished.
The evening wind swayed, and in the night, the Chancellor’s Residence stood tall and steady like a giant beast. Moonlight shone on the clear courtyard, and the servants, having received their instructions early, had returned to their rooms to rest.
Rosé tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She climbed out of bed, wearing only a thin undergarment that barely supported her modest chest. She patted her chest and glanced at the vivid flowers and leaves embroidered on her garment, feeling grateful for having such a considerate miss.
It seemed that Rosé was destined for this fortune. After years of heartfelt service, she hoped that one day her loyalty would be rewarded, as the saying goes, “When one person attains enlightenment, even their pets ascend to heaven.”
Her miss treated her like a sister and never looked down on her.
She grinned happily, hoping her miss would receive abundant love and that no gentleman would ever betray this most beautiful heart.
Soon, there was a knock at the door. She asked, “Who is it?”
“It’s me, Jisoo, and Irene.”
Wondering why they were here so late, Rosé put on her clothes and went to open the door.
Jisoo, seeing Rosé dressed this way for the first time, was momentarily stunned, her heart fluttering wildly, missing Rosé’s question entirely.
“Come in and sit. What brings you here at this hour?” Rosé poured two cups of tea and handed them to her guests.
Jisoo, dazed, accepted the tea. Irene, noticing her distraction, decided not to rush into explanations. After sitting down, she whispered to Rosé, “We’re too excited to sleep.”
“Excited about what?” Rosé yawned, knowing she had to wake up early to serve her miss in the morning.
Irene, unable to speak directly, pressed her two thumbs together, mimicking a pair of newlyweds bowing in a wedding ceremony. Her eyes were suggestive, “Waiting for the clouds to part and the moon to shine, we’re too happy to sleep.”
Rosé’s mind went blank for a moment, then she suddenly understood and slapped her forehead. “Oh! It’s-“
She quickly covered her mouth and lowered her voice. “How do you know?”
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On the Wedding Night - JENLISA
Ficción históricaJennie kim is a blind woman who has grown up with the constant mistreatment and belittlement from her parents and servants. They take pleasure in laughing at her expense. However, her life takes a sudden and unexpected turn when she is welcomed into...
