t?”

Sandra was their neighbor at 36 Hesperos Street, she had a big heart, and would often hand out food.

“It’s raining, so I’ll make tea.”

Claire made tea while Isabelle served a simple breakfast.

Claire preferred to drink tea as it was, but Isabelle preferred to drink it with milk and sugar.

Isabelle, who usually liked sweets, enjoyed the luxury of eating the raspberry jam today.

“Will you be okay with your hangover?”

Claire pondered for a moment at Isabelle’s question.
She had a mild headache, but it was hard to tell if it was because of a hangover or because she didn’t sleep properly.

“I just have a headache.”

“I didn’t do something wrong with Russell yesterday, did I?”

“Russell was a warm man to my sister until the very end.”

After he watched them enter the house, he said his goodbyes to them through the window, then left in the Norton’s carriage.

It was a scene like having a deep love of the century, considering that they’d only been on two dates.


Only Max was destined to be pitiful.
Even that would be the result of Max’s choice.

“Mister Clive is the problem.”

He got angry when he was called Chief Constable, but it was difficult to call him Sir Norton.
He has an older brother, Sir Connor Norton, which meant that there were two Sir Nortons.

Just calling him Clive, like she did for Ed, made her feel repulsed because it seemed too friendly.

So, she called him Chief Constable Clive.
However, she probably wouldn’t be able to use it herself.

It was just a little strange that she kept bumping into him over and over again.

“Oh.”

Something Isabelle had said came to her mind.

“I thought he didn’t like being called Chief Constable because of what he said, but you called him Chief Constable, right?”

“Yes, but he wouldn’t be mad at the woman his friend is courting.”

Even though it was very hard to distinguish public and private matters.

“Let’s just call him Sir Norton.”

“But there are two Sir Nortons.”

“Chief Constable Clive is too long, and there’s only one Sir Norton who we would be talking about anyway.”

Oh, now she understood.

“What did you talk about in the carriage yesterday?”

Isabelle asked while she munched on her wheat bread.
Claire thought she was in a world of just the two of them, but she guessed it bothered her that Claire was alone with Clive.

“I was told to stop looking at him.”

“Were you staring at his eyes?”

Isabelle sipped her tea and swallowed the wheat bread smoothly.
Black tea with wheat bread smothered in raspberry jam.

Claire’s mouth felt sweet just by looking at it, and it felt like her throat was tingling.

“I’m afraid of that person.
It still gives me goosebumps at my lack of luck.”

“That’s right.
It was unlucky to be discovered by the owner the day you wore the necklace.”

Watching Isabelle as she spread jam on bread while she talked casually made her feel something in her heart, but Isabelle wasn’t at fault.


Mistaking the jewel for colored glass, picking it up, wearing it, and being caught by the owner – the owner’s bereaved family, to be more exact – was all on herself.

“He gives off a slightly cold impression, but he wasn’t scary.”

“It was because my sister was drunk.”

“I did drink a little too much yesterday.
Oh, I’m going to be late.”

Claire and Isabelle stopped their prolonged conversation to clean up the tableware.

If a long skirt got wet with rainwater, it would be uncomfortable all day long.
So, she took out a relatively short dress that went down to her knees and wore a raincoat on top of it.

Her shoes would get wet no matter what, so she took out an old pair and put them on.

Even though she came out well prepared, the rain was so strong that Claire couldn’t see properly.

She hastily dove under a conspicuous awning.
A young man, who was standing underneath it first, stepped aside.

“Oh, Finlay!”

Claire took off the hood of her raincoat that was covering her head, and wiped the moisture from her hair.
She then checked the face of the person standing under the awning with her, then called out his name in delight.

“If it isn’t Claire.”

Even though he hadn’t seen Claire in a long time, the man was looking out at the rain calmly.

Finlay was a neighbor who lived at 36 Hesperos street.
In other words, he was the son of Sandra, their generous neighbor.

Finlay worked as a carpenter, so he usually took time off on bad days.

“Isn’t a rainy day a day off?”

“I decided to make a table.”

That would be possible indoors.
He could’ve rested.
That was sad.

Claire gave him a look, but Finlay didn’t seem to be feeling much regret.

Claire was awkward at making friends because she was shy, but she wasn’t without friends.

Her mother was close to Sandra, and they spent so much time together that it was more difficult not to get close to Finlay at Sandra’s house, while she held her mother’s hand and often followed her.

As a child, Finlay was thin despite being Sandra’s son, who was short and stout.

Compared to that, he had grown a lot now, and his physique improved while working as a carpenter.

Looking at Finlay’s well-formed arm muscles, Claire realized that it was her, and not her sister, who was looking at someone’s body.

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