Obsessed with Regressors

with Awning.

“Awning left you alone?”

Oliver looked bewildered.
Come to think of it, yes.
Didn’t he leave his fiancée alone with another man? He’s even the one he told her not to be too close with.
But he’s her fiancé, and regardless of how he left her, she had to be loyal.

She said to defend Awning.

“His friend was waiting for him.
We have to meet before the show starts.”

“Wait a moment.
So Awning is with his friends?”

At her mother’s point, she shut up.
Did she just talk? It was even more upsetting when her mother pointed it up.

“It is.
Even…”

Then Count Burns opened his mouth.
Why was he here? Startled, she stabbed him in the side.
But it was so hard that only her elbow, which had been pricked, started to hurt.
Still, thanks to that, Count Burns kept his mouth shut.

She urged her mother and Oliver to wait.

“The show is about to start.
Come on in.”

The lobby was already empty because everyone had entered.
They followed the staff’s guidance and headed to Count Burns’ seat.

“Hmm.”

Oliver’s expression changed to surprise when he checked the seat.
He asked Count Burns as soon as the staff escorted them and left.

“I didn’t know you were close with Count Edouard.”

Box seats in theaters were usually sold when they were built.
Some people with a lot of money preoccupy a few.
It was not easy for an emerging aristocrat like Count Burns to occupy it because it was possible to maintain it by paying only the annual fee.
Naturally, they assumed that Count Burns had briefly borrowed it from an aristocrat with whom he was acquainted.
A lot of people did that.
Invite relatives and friends, or even lend them out once or twice.

“Oh, no.”

But Count Burns simply disappointed their expectations.
He said it with a natural expression, and then suggested her mother to sit in the front row.

“He didn’t seem to need it, so I asked him to hand it over to me.”

He thought he didn’t need it? Oliver’s and her eyer collided.
Of course, if you were asked to choose between necessary and unnecessary box seats in a theater like this, it was close to unnecessary.
To be honest, box seats were for show off.
Unless you’re a fan of the show.

Even on Biscon family, there were no box seats.
Although her mother liked performances, she didn’t go to the theater often, and her father has no interest in it.
Besides, the Biscon were poor.
She heard that the only time they were able to afford to go to the theater was after my mother and father got married.
Before that, they wouldn’t have been able to afford to watch a performance in regular seats, let alone own a box seat.

“Let’s sit down.”

Since the performance had begun, her mother turned to them and said, Count Burns gave her the front seat, so she sat next to her mother.
And Oliver and Count Burns sat behind them.

“I heard that Count Edouard’s economic situation has recently deteriorated.”

She was looking at the stage through her binoculars when she heard Oliver’s voice from behind.
Okay? She almost turned her head, but she succeeded in fixing her eyes on the stage.

“Is that so?”

Count Burns asked back as if he didn’t know.
Knowing his expression now, she smiled.
He must be brazenly blinking his eyes and making a face that he didn’t know.
It was good to see his blue eyes twinkling mischievously at such times.

“You didn’t know?”

To Oliver’s question, Count Burns said nothing.
Ugh, it’s frustrating because she couldn’t see his expression.
She was dying to see what face he’s making now.

Oliver’s voice came again.

“Because it’s between us, let’s talk.
How much did you pay Count Edouard for this?”

“I didn’t buy it.”

Despite his brother’s insistence, Count Burns stood firm.
Did Count Edouard really just hand it over?

Box seats did not appear on the market.
Like Count Edouard, it was common to hand over to someone close to you if you couldn’t maintain it due to a bad economic situation.
Rarely was it handed over to a stranger like Count Burns.
So it could be expected that Count Burns paid a considerable amount of money to get this box seat.
Of course, it would be embarrassing if it became known that the box seats were sold for a price, so it’s common to say that they just handed them over.

“Eugenie, would you like to call someone?”

Suddenly, the performance was running towards the middle.
At her mother’s request, she looked up to see the main character on stage listening to a woman with her hood pressed down.
Was it a curse? Or a prophecy?

She asked, trying to be interested in the performance even if it was late.

“What shall I order?”

They could call the staff and order a light snack.
Just tea or roasted peanuts.
Her mother said to order tea.She had to go to the bathroom while she went out and call the staff.
When she got up, Count Burns followed her and said,

“I’ll make you company.”

“It’s fine.
I want to get some fresh air.”

“I can’t let you go alone.”

She didn’t want to guide this guy to the bathroom.
But if she procrastinated for no reason and it’s time for a break, the hallway would be crowded.
So she nodded because she didn’t want to stand in line in front of the bathroom.