Chapter 22 â I Donât Want To Be Misunderstood (1)
The power of the greenhouse was amazing. Only one cup of tea there, and nothing bad had happened to her since. On the contrary, her whole week went great. Her classes were interesting, her new friends were kind, and she was so absorbed with the book she borrowed she couldnât put it down at night. Thankfully there was little contact with Ian as well. She thought perhaps the goddess of the earth living in the greenhouse had given her a blessing.
âThanks to My Lordâno, Simon.â
Louise would not forget to meet him and tell her the dramatic effect the greenhouse had on her.
Louise strolled through the morning sunshine. She was sure that today would be full of good things again. She was protected by a greenhouse! She smiled cheerfully and opened the door to the student council room.
âLouise Sweeney.â
And ran into the last person she wanted to see.
Ian wore a beautiful smile as his blue eyes shined in the morning sunlight. The hero of the world!
Louise was afraid of that beautiful smile.
ââ¦Good morning.â
She didnât know what would happen if she ran away like before. Louise took a few steps forward, her heart beating like a generalâs racing towards an enemy camp.
âI thought it was about time for you to come.â
âI didnât expect you to be here early this morning. We donât even have a meeting today.â
Louise took her place at her reserved seat.
âThereâs no meeting, but there is work.â
He gestured to the pile of papers in front of him when he said âwork.â At a glance, it looked like a stack of receipts and permits arranged as reports. She was hoping that the student council wouldnât have to deal with a nuisance like paperwork.
âWhatâs going on?â
âAs I said before, for the new semester.â
âYou mean the flower decorations,â
Louise answered immediately. So this was the conclusion of the last conversation: âThe party for the new semester needs flowers.â
âA party canât only have flowers though.â
âThat would be alright, wouldnât it?â
Ian put down his pen for a moment and stared at her for a moment. Louise Sweeney was the kind of person who would be happy with a single flower, but the students from nobility would expect a more extravagant event. Artwork, performances, fine food. Of course, it was only natural that children of noble background would want a break from the stuffy, conservative politics of the capital. It was a natural form of rebellion.
At the same time, it was a problem that was only experienced by the upper echelons of society. It was complicated and annoying.
Ian laughed inwardly. They would do to take a page out of Louiseâs simple mental world, Ian himself included.
âThatâs right, Louise Sweeney. Weâll have the flowers play the instruments, and everyone can demonstrate their terrible dance skills without any music.â
âItâs my teacherâs fault if my dancing skills are bad.â
Louise pointedly looked at Ian. The teacher she spoke, of course, of was him, who had done his best to teach her ballroom dancing a long time ago.
âMy class is absolutely excellent. Your stiff body is too weak to take it. I understand why Professor Hewitt wanted to screen out students.â
âDonât blame me. What kind of teacher blames their students for poor results?â
âSo you agree that your dancing skills are poor.â
Ugh, it really was poor, but her mother had said that Louiseâs dancing skills were no shame at all. Of course, she couldnât be confident because she had never been formally asked to dance before.
âOkay, okay. No teacher gives up on their students.â
Louise was annoyed when Ian leaned over to ruffle her hair.
âWe can go to the party together. You and me.â
Louise looked at Ian blankly.
âWhat?â
âDonât say that.â
âIâm asking you out as my partner.â
Oh my god! Who asks someone out when they have an annoyed face on?
Despite that, Ian continued mockingly,
âDo I have to get down on my knees and kiss the back of your hand? Give you flowers? I didnât realize you were still reading fairy tales before bed.â
âIn no book in the world does someone ruffle another personâs hair when asking for a date!â
âWell, itâs gross to ask for a partner politely. Itâs an uncomfortable experience for both the person asking and the person being asked.â
âI refuse anyway!â
ââ¦How could Louise Sweeney refuse me?â
He pressed his hand against his heart in an exaggerated manner like an actor.
âI told you.â
Louise had to explain it to Ian with all seriousness. If she got caught up in his jokes like this, she really might be mistaken as a partner.
âI donât want to be misunderstood.â
ââ¦â
âI canât go to the party with you.â
âWho are you planning to go with? â
He leaned on his chin with a curious expression on his face.
âI donât need to have a date.â
âYou may not need one, but youâd be more effective.â
âEffective?â
Ian nodded kindly as he explained.
âThink about it. The purpose of this party is to network.â
âRight.â
âMoreover, youâre a newcomer.â
âNewcomerâ was a way to describe her. Unlike the other students who had already been introduced into the social circles, Louise had little previous contact with anyone else.
âItâs faster and easier with a partner to introduce you instead of going around at random. Itâs also more natural as well.â
That made sense to her. Additionally, if there was someone else to direct the conversation introductions could go more smoothly.
âBut you did a wonderful job turning down the man at the top of society just because he ruffled your hairââ
âJustâ¦!â
âIâm joking. But thereâs no one else you can ask whoâs as good as me.â
That was true, but she didnât want to admit it.
âYou donât have to worry. Friendship is one of my specialties!â
As Louise shouted this the door to the student council creaked open slowly. An unenthusiastic-looking boy entered the room with a long yawn.
Dean Crissis. A first-year like Louise, he had also been invited to the student council by Claire. Although he was a sloppily dressed sight, he was also a son of a baron family. In other words, a person who also had his feet in the world of nobility.
Louise smirked at Ian as if to say, âTake a good look, this is how you ask someone out!â
âDean, can you come with me to the new semester party?â
Louise gave him her prettiest smile. He would probably say yes. He didnât seem to have a girlfriend at the moment and moreover, members of the student council helped each other out. Dean and Louise would make good partners in the student council.
Dean blinked sleepily at Louise. His lips opened slowly.
ââ¦Are you crazy?â
Thump.
His fell down on the desk and he began to snore loudly. Ian picked up his pen again.
âI can see friendship is your specialty.â
Oh, really!