The villainess is too lazy to avoid the male leads.

Chapter XI.

   '...'

'I'm not that much of a patient person- so, I'll count to three, & if you still don't answer, I'll have to leave.'

  I wasn't sure if such a childish method would work on him, but I looked him straight in the eyes to look confident. At times the chilling blood red color of my eyes are helpful- it makes me look more intimidating. Red eyes, black hair, & an evil smile... isn't that the typical image of a devil?

   '... What do you want me to do?'

Hearing his answer before I could open my mouth to count one, my lips lifted up into a smile.

                                             ...

  'My lady, you seem to be in a good mood,' Sally said with a smile as I was humming melody, & I nodded my head, but truthfully...

  Not at all. I'm not in a good mood. If I really was, I'd be sleeping through the whole day- rather I'm anxious.

   The strawberry said he'd bring it today to me. No, not bring- we'll meet somewhere, & he'd give me the ring. Not that I didn't think he's skills were efficient, but... what if he brings the wrong ring? What if he somehow gets caught? What if he decides to betray me?

   Thousands, no millions of thoughts were circling in my head, so in order to distract to myself, I was doing everything possible; reading books, humming songs, tapping, waiting, distracting myself, & also waiting. 

     'Young miss, if you're bored...' she murmured, & my attention turned towards her; right. Reading is boring! I'll sleep at this point.

   'Would you like to play piano? It's been a while since you played-'

I jolted up, as if I was being pulled; 'Piano?'

   Something in my chest fluttered, & a strange ache also followed.

                                                       ...

  My hands trailed down the keys, but I didn't press too hard as if I was afraid they might crumble. If I focused, I'd see that my fingers were trembling.

   'Get out,' I told Sally, but my tone of voice was rather too soft to be called an order. However, she walked out nonetheless, closing the door.

   The sunlight rained down from the large window, falling on the beautiful white piano. Though I'm sure I never played a piano before... or maybe I just don't remember. Because I don't remember if this is what Phoenix in the novel liked, or the me, who I don't remember a thing of except my death.

   Sharp, crisp note echoed clearly in the large empty room, & my hands clenched once before they finally settled down on the keyboards.

   It isn't often... no, if I'm honest it's probably only the third time I'm feeling this way towards something, but that's actually better than what I thought. After all, I wasn't sure whether I would genuinely like something to this extent. Though is it really alright if I just like them?

   If I just like them with no reason at all... is that really fine?

The reason I like the ring, or I like singing, or this... piano- do I really have to have a reason? Ah, whatever! It feels too empty when I think too much anyway!

   I sat down on the chair, & as I got ready to play, I remembered something that came to my mind out of nowhere; a melody.

   A/N; it's boring if she has no interests at all, right? So, here's another question for today;

    1) How do you think she lived in her past life? -To give you a clue, her personality has something to do with her past life. Try guessing.