I Shall Break Off Our Engagement For You
[Chapter 33]
Translated by: ME
Everything is going so well.
Looking up at the bulletin board displaying the names of the poetry competition winners, Maisie flared her nostrils.
Pride swelled in her chest.
She replied [Thank you] to a classmate she wasn't very close to when they said [Congratulations.]
[That's amazing.]
[Not really...it was just, I happened to write well...]
[Oh. Sorry. I have something to do.]
She wanted to talk more, but she quickly chased after her friend and left Maisie.
Waiting to see if anyone else would congratulate her, another classmate she didn't usually talk to said, [Congratulations.]
Before Maisie could finish saying [Thank you,] she also found another friend and left.
Maisie looked around.
Felicia and the others were talking about something in the distance.
[No way!]
[That's amazing, Felicia!]
She was curious about the loud voices she had heard in the classroom a little while ago.
Now, for some reason, they had difficult expressions and were glancing at the bulletin board.
Her name was also on it.
Listed in the same place as Rachel and Felicia.
There was no need to feel inferior.
Maisie approached Felicia and the others with the same casual attitude as before.
[Hey, what are you talking about?]
When she called out from behind Rachel, the four of them looked a little surprised.
Then, without saying anything, they left the spot and fled into the classroom with its beautifully decorated desks.
Not wanting to be left behind, Maisie also went through the door.
The four of them were already in their seats.
Looking at the bright and luxurious classroom, she thought that she would soon be saying goodbye to the academy classroom attended by upper-class nobles.
She never dreamed that she would attend such a beautiful place, live in the Goddard baronial family's mansion, and even become engaged to Silas.
For some reason, Maisie had always been looked down upon.
She had a lot of unpleasant experiences at the church school she used to attend.
Eventually, Maisie became quite used to being looked down upon.
She came to think that it was easier to rely on people since she was going to be made fun of anyway.
If she was a little absent-minded or didn't understand what everyone was saying, she would immediately be met with scornful glances.
Even if she asked them to explain, no one would tell her.
Since coming to the current academy, that had decreased, and she wasn't bullied as much, but even so, there were times when she was lightly laughed at and gently refused to be taught, with comments like, [Why don't you look it up yourself?]
When she told them about shops and recommended books, everyone's attitude changed.
She was told she had good taste and became proud.
After being selected for poetry a few times, she could feel that she was being given respect.
She went out more on her days off and was happy.
Even if she wasn't invited at first, if she asked, [Can I come too?] everyone kindly accepted her.
But somehow, she had come to be avoided by Felicia and the others.
She didn't know the reason why.
(Could it be because Silas and I are engaged... ?)
Thinking that, joy welled up inside her.
Not many of her friends congratulated her on her engagement, but she felt that it couldn't be helped.
(Because Felicia is pitiful...)
A smile floated to her lips.
She felt bad for Felicia, but Silas wanted to be engaged to Maisie.
[After all, I feel more at ease with someone who truly understands me.]
It was Felicia's fault.
She got along well with Barney even though Silas hated him.
[But...what if I'm accused of stealing again or something...?]
While muttering to herself, she didn't care if anyone heard.
If someone asked what she meant, she would tell the truth and ask for their advice.
Surely, everyone would say, [It can't be helped.]
Maisie didn't steal anything.
They should understand that.
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