The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 88 Ch.87 Kate and Marissa
Kate swore that was the most awkward dance she had ever performed in her life.

For every action, Alesha could find fault with it in four or five ways.

If Miss Paret is serious, she is simply someone who gets her pleasure from undermining the self-esteem of others.

She doesn't care what the other person has learned or how much he has learned.

She only cares about her own emotions.

"But it sure is joyful, isn't it?"

Alessa looked at the girl dancing slowly in front of her and smiled contemptuously: "You are like a fish that has never been to the shore and said to the dog: Look, you and I are both fairly large creatures on land, how about we dominate here together?"

She imitated the "fish" speech in a strange way: she pinched the sides of her throat with her index finger and thumb, gently pulling the skin to imitate the "gurgling" sound of a fish in the water.

Kate didn't think that was funny at all.

She has no respect for herself.

"That's true. But why should I respect you, girl?"

Alesha stretched.

Kate's eyes followed her subconsciously.

It is like some kind of sprouting plant, slender and soft, fragile but full of vitality, and every move is full of beauty.

This is not something that comes from training.

She was born that way.

talent…

The chasm of despair.

"Although you are slightly better than the candidate he recommended before." Alessa said, "only slightly better. Why should I recommend you?"

"'Daisy of the Benefactor' is the best theater company in the country. If you join it, it's like changing your identity and enjoying a new, respectable life... Kate Pasetti, why should I recommend you?"

"You're neither good nor bad."

The dance ends.

Kate calmed down her breathing and bit her lip unwillingly: "I can be a supporting role."

"What? Of course you have to play a supporting role, what a joke." Alessa looked at her strangely. This girl was really not in her right mind.

"Anything else is fine. I can do odd jobs... No, I can do anything..."

Alesha smiled and pointed her index finger in the air: "Then you can do menial work for five years, or ten years. When you are twenty-seven or twenty-eight, or thirty, I will recommend you to play a supporting role - oh, by the way, it will be too late at thirty...?"

She did it on purpose.

Kate Pasetti clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.

“I can really do anything…”

Alessa's light grey eyes were as clear as fire, and she unceremoniously tore off her fig leaf: "You are not pursuing art and fame, Miss Pasetti, you just want to get rid of your current life."

"What's wrong with that?" Pasetti argued, stiffening his neck.

"I didn't say it was wrong, Miss Pasetti." Alessa put down her legs and finally stood up and came to her. She looked at her, her gray eyes flowing with inexplicable thoughts: "Tell me, Miss Pasetti, how much you want it."

Kate Pasetti was stunned: "Think... more?"

"Yes, how much do you want it? How much can you give to achieve your goal?" Alessa smiled faintly, tilted her head, and carefully observed her nose, eyes and mouth, which made Pasetti feel creepy.

After a while, she suddenly said, "... Starting from today, I will train you for half a month. During this half month, you are not allowed to leave this house - apart from training, your daily expenses, food and clothing will be taken care of by the servants."

"Take half a month to tell me how much you want it, Miss Pasetti."

"It's going to be hard... much harder than you think."

"Agree?"

Half a month…

No.

No.

Marissa, mother is still at home...

She was ill—

Alessa seemed to notice the hesitation in her eyes, and her face turned cold: "I don't care whether you have rats or fleas, whether the man lying on you will look for you all over the world-Miss Pasetti, I don't care what's important for you. One, just one chance."

She raised her index finger.

"One chance, and you can only give one answer."

"Agree or refuse."

Pasetti hesitated. "Ms. Alessa... Can I ask your servant to come to my house and take care of it——"

Alessa remained unmoved and looked at her quietly: "Agree or refuse. You still have one last chance to speak, Miss Pasetti. You are not qualified to negotiate with me."

agree.

Or refuse.

Two completely different paths, this moment may determine her entire life.

Kate Pasetti knows that well.

She felt the hairs on her body stand up and sweat oozed from her palms and soles.

She became more and more nervous, and it became clearer and clearer what the meaning behind these two choices was...

Pain and desire alternately extend freely on her skin, and the code of destiny is in her own hands.

But those are two choices that will make you uneasy for the rest of your life.

Alessa looked at the troubled and anxious girl with great interest.

She clearly realized that the choice she made was like a pot and also like a bundle of firewood.

This slow fire cooked Kate Pasetti, making her eyes bright, dark, melancholy and cautious, and angry and painful.

"Miss Pasetti, it seems you chose the latter. Well, I'm going to Hugh—"

"I stayed."

As a result, the winter wind became colder.

At every midnight when the wind howls, in the garden where the fog blocks the eerie moonlight, when humans are asleep, the dancing shadow of Kate Pasetti and that of a taller, slender gentleman in black clothes covered with thorns gradually overlap.

It danced solo with her separately, and then danced duet with her together.

She cried bitterly for her life, and then cried out in excitement, also for her life.

She confuses it with identity, gender, species.

They talked, using human language, and learned to communicate with the "kaka" that had never been named, or had been named but no one knew what it meant.

The sunset does not set in an instant.

But opportunity can make people achieve success overnight.

"From today on, you can brush my dancing shoes for me."

Alessa said this to Pasetti on the afternoon of the thirteenth day.

Brush your dancing shoes.

This proves that an apprentice has finally made it to the top.

Alessa was wearing a semi-transparent silk nightgown, and her eyes had the same glow as a few days ago, with admiration, as well as a hint of teasing and excitement after the evil deed had succeeded:

"What a pity. I heard that your mother froze to death at home the day before yesterday..."

She turned around and opened all the curtains in the room, allowing the sparse sunlight that filtered through the shade of the trees to seep into the room.

She leaned on the balcony and looked out.

Look at the treetops and trunks, the grass and the gardeners walking around and fiddling with the flowers and plants.

She was like a kingfisher with magnificent wings in a golden cage.

"Only the gardener's clothes change every day."

The warm light and fire slowly softened the ice in Kate Pasetti's heart, and it melted in bits and pieces, oozing out thick juice and deadly venom.

Alesha turned to look at Kate Pasetti, who remained silent, and talked to herself as if looking in a mirror.

"From today on, we are the same."

"Ms. Pasetti."

"but…"

"Where are you trapped?"

She asked questions like a naive child who was malicious but unaware of it, and peeled the increasingly ripe fruit in front of her with a clean and bright voice.

A rambutan with a smooth appearance and an empty belly.

Just as Ms. Alesha said.

Kate Pasetti has been trapped in her memories since that day.

(End of this chapter)