Chapter 8

“A little bit…… Sleep a little more……”

“Mir, wake up. Today is the day we go to kindergarten.”

“……Kindergarten!”

I jumped up at the word kindergarten.

It was like a magical word that made me jump as if waiting for a courier to deliver a package I had been waiting for.

‘Ah, today is the day I go to kindergarten……’

I woke up in surprise, but when I came to my senses I realized that I didn’t want to go.

How come the person standing in front of me looks like he shouldn’t be here?

I rubbed my eyes but it was still the same.

It was none other than my childhood friend, Jake.

Jake was neatly dressed in a suit and he was staring at me. I was amazed.

“Oh my, Jake. Why are you here?”

“I’m going to kindergarten with Mir.”

After hearing his answer, I looked around and saw the nanny behind Jake.

The nanny was looking at me with a proud expression.

“Well, lady, the Young Master came early in the morning and he knew that you were sleeping so he waited for more than an hour in the parlor.”

“……Really?”

I turned my head and looked at Jake. He smiled wide enough for his dimples to show and nodded.

“It’s my first time going today, so I woke up early because I wanted to go with Mir.”

“What time did you wake up?”

“Well, 4:30 am.”

“……”

It means that he barely slept.

It’s not good to sleep that little at this age when you’re still growing. I should tell him not to do that in the future.

I decided to protect Jake’s height as I got up from the bed.

“Wait in the parlor, Jake. I’ll get dressed soon.”

It’s not like a banquet, so I just had to comb my hair neatly, tie it together, and wear a dress.

When I said that, Jake nodded and looked down.

“Yes, Mir, but you know.”

“Yes, what is it?”

“Mir’s socks are pretty.”

I followed Jake’s fingertips and saw the colorful socks on my feet.

They were the socks that I had hand-knitted.

“……Pretty?”

“Yes, it’s pretty.”

I asked as if I couldn’t believe it, but Jake was really sincere.

I was embarrassed.

These socks were handcrafted; they were carefully squeezed one by one with my small hands.

It was the first piece I made after learning to knit from my nanny, so the size of the knots was messy, and the color was all messed up.

The nanny said that I made them well, but she didn’t say they were pretty.

“Thank you, Jake. I made this, but I’ll make one for you later if I have time.”

Jake had some eyes.

Since they were handmade, it was a meaningful compliment. He must have recognized my artistic soul.

I smiled proudly, grabbed Jake’s hand tightly, and walked him to the door.

Anyway, socks are socks, and I had to prepare quickly.

“I’ll be there soon. Have a cup of warm tea while you wait.”

***

I’m a person who keeps her promises.

I have been like that in my past life and in this one.

I looked at the clock and told the maid who helped dress me up, ‘I just have to be neat! You don’t have to dress me up too much!’ My grey hair was combed and tied with a yellow ribbon. I decided to wear my favorite yellow dress. I chose this set because it looked neat to wear a matching ribbon and dress.

“My lady, I can’t believe you’re wearing this dress on a day like this!”

“What’s wrong, nanny? This is my favorite dress.”

I tilted my head and pretended not to know what she was talking about.

In fact, I knew why the nanny reacted like that.

Yellow doesn’t necessarily mean you look cheerful.

Young ladies of my age prefer bright-colored fabric, a tailor told me that before. I picked up the bright yellow fabric recommended by the tailor and chose a design from the sample designs. How was the tailor’s face like then?

‘Was it pale…… You want a design like this with this fabric? That’s what his face looked like it was saying.’