In My Desperate Time

How come so many women in blue dress are here!

What’s worse, some of them are wearing exactly the same clothes as I am.

How embarrassing!

Standing there, I hesitate, wondering if I can step forward and pretend that it’s alright.

Suddenly, a sneer of Hilda came from behind.

“I was wondering how familiar your dress looks. It turns out that it’s just ordinary. If you came to me in advance, I would definitely grab a decent piece of clothing from my wardrobe to you.”

I turn around and saw Hilda alone.

Frances must be greeting the guests.

Hilda has her nature exposed only when Frances is away.

The nature of jealousy.

Surely, her unfriendliness comes from my past relationship with Frances.

The only reason why I was invited can be nothing but her plot to show off.

It can be imagined that she must be gloating over disgracing me on the nail.

she enjoys herself belittling me, I’ll meet her

enough to afford top grade gowns. So, I know I can’t always avoid this embarrassment. But, I think it’s still better than to kill one’s own husband and take everything

seen from Hilda’s face.

she doesn’t even think about how contemptible her

much better than you, who was swept

glance at me,

can only grab some food and hide

meal, all

something in English, to

much the couple love each

no affection between

in

affectionate love

the ice cream in the cup, thinking

what the emcee says next makes me freeze right

witness the couple

Kiss?

have no intention of seeing this

any other display

is her purpose of inviting

never done any