This time, I am standing near one of those tables and it looks like the feast already ended. Without me being able to eat a morsel. I am still hungry, and my hand still tingles as if arsenic vines are laced around where Stein bit me. But the wound isn’t there. Just the feeling of pain. It is enough to make someone go mad. “We are inside a story.” I blurt out unconsciously, nah, maybe not so unconscious. The glittering dresses of the ladies surrounding me, especially Daphne, make my eyes twitch.
If I am so miserable, then they should be too. I am the heroine and I am so utterly devastated at how borishly written, tasteless, awful this story is. Nothing has happened as of yet. I haven’t even met the man of my dreams.
“Oh Lady Tara,” says a girl whose name I can’t remember, “you are wearing such rags again.”
I nearly bash my head on the table. Firstly, insulting my dress is her reply to my revelation. Secondly, what sort of a heroine am I? My best set of clothes are rags to these pompous ladies of lower standing than me. Given, the daughter of a Count or even an Earl could be Duchess and gain a position higher than mine but the daughter of the Duke usually marries a King. I would be Queen. Royalty. A person who manages the stately affairs and is way above stupid talks like fashion.
Or even an Empress if the Writer had created my hero as someone very powerful and charismatic.
“Don’t bully my sweet Tara.” Daphne sets her glass down and comes beside me. “None of you can compare to her, just so you know,” she says and my heart flutters. “Just ignore her fashion though, her intellect far overpowers her looks.”
“As you say, Lady Daphne.” And then the girls giggle. “But look at her,” they collectively point to one lonely shadow lurking around the pillar, drinking wine. “Just look!” And burst into giggles. “She isn’t even wearing a gown!”
“Hey,” I pull the girl’s hand, “I just said we are inside a story and that girl’s dress is what you focus on? And you,” I turn to Daphne, “I saw you push my brother down. Don’t do it again.”
Daphne looks at me puzzled. “I did?”
“You did!”
“Look at her!” They repeat, casually ignoring me. “So ugly!”
They can’t comprehend that idea. And I am very much behind in understanding how this world works.
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