The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 962: Great Trip
at last.

at last!

The great and wise Miss Lillian Rose Vansittart finally received an 'invitation letter' today - an invitation letter from the lady she was allowed to contact, Ms. Rosalind Herbert Burns Field.

Invite her to visit the "Paradise" orphanage in the suburbs.

Maybe even invest.

——She finally has a legitimate reason to go out and play!!
Roland! I knew you had a way!
The girl, who was silently repeating the name of her beloved, felt as if there was wind under her feet.

Damn the ladylike manners, damn Old Tom, the boring songs whose names she couldn't even recognize, the red wine that all tasted alike, the strangling corsets - oh, if she was honest, the corsets were causing Rose the same pain as they had caused other women.

This kind of underwear, which ladies privately joked was a "torture device" and was created to outline the graceful bodies of ladies, could not really give Rose a "suffocating feeling".

Whether it was the 'thin waist' or the rush of blood...When Halida served her, she had secretly asked the maid to 'tighten it as tight as possible'.

The smallest buttons were used.

however.

She still couldn't feel the 'suffocation' and 'tightness' described by the women in the circle... She also heard that some people even broke their own ribs in order to be thinner - it was terrible.

Oh.

You know what's scarier than that?

Even more terrifying.

She knew why, but she couldn't feel it.

damn it.

Aristocratic shit.

If old Tom hadn't hinted through the maid that this thing would appeal to men, she wouldn't have worn it.

Roland...

Will you like it?

Rose thought that this thing would only highlight her shortcomings - although Roland never called it a "shortcoming", and teased her that there might be a lot of "tools" in it...blades, ropes, and the like.

should…

Just kidding?
The girl, who was once again in a dilemma, was holding the "small vest". When the maid passed by with a milk jug, she saw her mistress secretly putting on another piece of clothing.

Inflatable style.

"…Ms. Lillian?"

Rose was startled.

"Why didn't you knock? That's rude! Every maid has to knock when she comes in—"

The maid pursed her lips.

If you can get these working in your bedroom, you won’t meet me in your small living room.

“…You’re not dressed right.”

"These are my clothes."

"I'm not questioning its ownership - Miss, listen to me. If there is really an occasion where you need to 'show it', wearing it like this will only make people laugh..."

Rose was unhappy.

The maid put down the milk jug with a sly smile, went around behind the young master, and gently picked up the thin white ribbon.

"You should have called us."

"…I just see that you are all too busy…"

lie.

The maids were young once too, so they certainly knew why Rose "avoided" them - this inflatable corset was undoubtedly another level of "cheating". As she knew, some men would often wear pants that were one size smaller and stuff handkerchiefs or other things that shouldn't be in their pockets.

There are even more clever ones who commissioned tailors to hand-make a 'sturdy' vest: after putting it on, you will naturally look like a battle-hardened warrior, a tight javelin, and an absolutely dazzling man at the party.

As for...

When it comes time to actually show it off, will women call me a liar?

That was also the 'fun' between them.

At least such 'disgraceful' words have never been circulated in the circle - there are many similar bad words, but they are definitely not spread because of being 'cheated'.

This is an unspoken rule, a tacit understanding between each other.

If a woman does not have the vision to tell a gentleman's lies, naturally no one will speak for her, and the same is true for men.

The other party's family, surname, gold in the pocket, power in the hand, including the tomatoes and handkerchiefs in the trouser pocket - the more cocktail parties one participates in and the more battles one has experienced, the more likely one is to see through these little tricks of the pen in tiger skin.

If you ask older ladies sincerely and they are on good terms with you, they will tell you an absolutely simple way to distinguish and avoid those pens that are made for children.

That is:
Only date men under 25. This is the truth they have verified through practice again and again. It does not guarantee success every time, but it can greatly reduce the number of disasters.

The same goes for women.

Naturally, there are also some methods of identifying women circulating in the men's circle.

But the maids were not sure.

After all, the secret is only passed on to one's own people.

"You are so beautiful that I can't take my eyes off you."

In the maid's opinion, Rose was pretty enough.

Emerald green eyes, a small, upturned nose, small, soft hands and feet, and exceptionally clever (which is very useful) - the only possible 'defect' was made up by this inflatable corset.

“…Don’t let anyone see it.”

"How could that be? Miss, do you really think you are the only one wearing it?" The maid said teasingly while tying the belt, "Every family with many girls has to buy apples and oranges."

The maid said something inappropriate.

She told Rose that she need not worry about her figure—how old was she?
What's more, men always look for love with their eyes and their minds are blinded by desire.

When Rose grows up a few years, she will use her natural talent to master some attractive tricks: although it may sound a bit harsh, but in fact, no matter the most popular lady in London social circles or the most popular lady in Red Street...

Neither is the most bloated.

They all had their own ways of making the gentlemen bend over and sniff and chase their sweat on the carpet like hounds.

"But I do have a separate question, miss."

"What?" Rose raised her hands and turned her back to the maid. She stared at herself in the mirror, tilting her face to different angles from time to time, either pouting or making a self-admitted "pitiful" expression - how to put it...

She is simply perfect.

Roland.

If you miss me, you will never find such a perfect girl again...

The blue-eyed girl playfully thought about the maid's dirty words just now, and imagined that the lady with fluttering skirts and the attention of everyone was herself, and imagined that the man who was bending behind her was Roland...

Sweat smell...

Isn’t it a bit…

So obscene.

"Miss."

"…Hmm? What did you say?"

The maid glanced mischievously at the red apple in her glasses and understood everything.

She had been young once, too, and she had experienced it more deeply than Rose had imagined—she was not lying.

Those overnourished 'men' always have a foul odor mixed with rotten onions and body odor under their armpits, which is really hard to accept.

But guess what.

If it's a pretty lady -

Sooner or later, the young lady will understand that the difference between humans and beasts only exists in the daytime.

"I want to remind you that Mr. Tom did not tell us that you can leave the old house."

The girl in the mirror immediately raised her eyebrows: "James has agreed! I received the letter! It's an invitation letter from Ms. Burns!"

The maid was helpless.

"Why do you insist on making your own arrangements? The gentleman said that you might have to use this letter to meet that vile and shameless man."

Rose was dissatisfied: "How can he say Roland is shameless?"

Maid:......

This is really the end, Mr. Tom.

She looked at the girl in the mirror, grinning and saying 'dirty', and knew that she must be terribly in love with that lover.

"You have to make sure you come back on time."

"I promise."

"Mr. Tom said he would not send anyone to follow you, but if you do not come home at night, we will be fired."

Rose turned around with a huff, and just as she was about to open her mouth, she felt herself gradually swelling up with a 'chi chi chi' sound...

She swallowed back the vicious words that were about to come out of her mouth, gave the maid an extremely hypocritical smile, and said awkwardly:

“…help me fix it.”

(End of this chapter)