Heheroine And My Villainess - Chapter 5

 

HE/HEROINE AND MY VILLAINESS

(YOUR REASON’S DOESN’T DEFINE WHO YOU ARE)

The next day,

“Good morning young Miss…”

“Morning” I yawned as I stretched both hands.

“Are you excited for the Imperial ball later tonight?”

“I think so…”

“I am so excited because I get to see young Miss dress like a goddess later tonight” She squealed getting hyped.

“Do I genuinely look that pretty Mary?”

“Of course, Young Miss, no one can compare your beauty,” She said wearing admiration and glowing eyes while looking at me full of determination and confidence.

“Uh…Yes if you say so”

‘It’s true though Vendia is pretty, however in my stead, even if I’m inside her body I don’t feel like one because I am so used to the image of my previous body. A fat and chubby girl, not like Vendia at all. I’m very different from her’

-Dining room-

“Morning, Father and Mother”

“Good Morning sweetheart” Father replied.

“Are you excited about tonight’s ball?” I nodded, uninterested.

“What is wrong, sweetheart?” Father asks

“Yes?” I asked unaware.

“Are you not feeling well?”

“Yes, your face shows an unpleasant feeling. What is it?” Mother worries.

‘Huh? Oh my expression is gloomy. I didn’t notice let’s smile brightly shall we’

“Nothing to worry about Mother and Father I’m fine, I just feel a little bit sleepy” I assured, smiling brightly like an angel. They both smiled and nodded,

“Father, are there so many people attending the ball tonight?”

“Oh, yes, many nobles and different royal families will come tonight”

“I see…” I said as I ate my food.

“If you feel afraid or scared you can just hide at your father back” Mother quipped.

‘Oh right, Vendia’s father is as tall as a basketball player and his back is so wide, he reminded me of my father’

“YOU, slut! I should have killed you before you grew!”

“Don’t touch my daughter!” my real mother screamed protecting a little me crying from the pain.

“Sweetheart? Are you okay? Why are you shaking?” Father called, snapping me back to reality.

“I… uh…”

“Vendia?”, mother calls wearing a worried face. I slowly raise my head and look at both of them with a plastered smile.

“Y-yes? It’s nothing… it’s nothing, Mother and Father” I held my hands under the table, gripping on it tightly together.

‘Calm down, Yerre. He can’t hurt you anymore. He’s dead and He’s not here you’re safe here Yerre. You’re safe here’ she reassures herself as she smiles at her parents.

She thought of a way to change the topic and lighten the mood inside the dining room.

“Ah, Mother and Father, can I go to town after this?” She asks managing to think of one.

“Why, what will you do there?” Mother asks.

“I wanted to buy some painting materials”

“It’s fine. But we can also ask Sebi to buy it for you” Father suggests.

“No, I wanted to go buy it myself so I can choose the things I wanted.”

“Okay, bring Mary so she can help you carrying the things you buy”

“Okay Father, I will thank you”

“Why do you suddenly have an interest in art?” Mother asked surprised

‘Oh right, Vendia didn’t like those things. What she liked is only the prince’

“I wanted to try new things and discover myself even more”

“I’m so happy to hear that from you”

I smiled at her.

‘Yes, from now on, I will make use of this body for better purposes and take care of it very well. Don’t worry, Vendia, I will make sure your body won’t get hurt and won’t do things bad anymore’

In town,

“Young miss, may I ask something?” Mary walked beside me carrying the materials I bought from the art shop.

“Yes, go ahead Mary, you can ask anything” She nods smiling.

“I’m just curious. Why did you suddenly buy this kind of stuff? You usually buy pieces of jewelry and dresses”

‘Ah… right, Vendia liked those things, not me’

“You’re right, I just want to try new things for a change, That’s all”

“Oh… but, miss, do you know how to paint?” I stop walking and looked ahead.

‘Yes I do, because in my previous life, I’m an artist’

“Young miss?”

“Oh, Yes, I do. When we arrive home you will be my first model for my art paint” I replied facing her,

“Really?! You would do that for me? Young Miss?” her eyes showed delight and joy I smile

“Of course, now come on let’s hurry back to our carriage.”

“Okay” She squeals excitedly.

In the art room,

“Young miss, is my posture okay?”

“Yes it’s fine, don’t move okay?” I said as I set up my needed materials for painting.

“Okay…”

“It feels so good to hold a paintbrush again”

“Did you say something, Miss?”

“Oh no, is nothing don’t move”

“Okay…”

“Wait, can you move a bit to the right?”

“Like this?” she moves a little to right, helping me find the right angle to paint.

“Yes that’s it, don’t move now”

“Young miss, can I talk?”

“Of course you can Mary, go ahead” I giggled.

“Sorry it’s my first time doing this kind of thing. I apologize, if I ask so much question, Miss” she laughs.

“No, it’s fine, it’s good if you ask so many questions. I like to talk while I worked” I admitted.

“Don’t move”

“Sorry…” she said and I started to paint.

“Young miss, how did you know that you have a talent for art?”

“I just found out today?”

“Really?!” She moved her head in surprise.

“Don’t move” I instructed.

“Sorry”

One hour later,

“Young miss is it not done yet?”

“No, not yet why?”

“Umm, I feel numb and stiff. I feel tired” I laughed slightly.

“Just kidding, it’s done already you can move now”

“Really?!” She heaved a sigh of relief, stretching all her body as she stands.

“Yes come see for yourself”

“Wow! Is that me?!” She unbelievingly wonders.

“Yes, You, why? do you not like it?”

“What? like it…I love it. Can I have it inside my room, Miss?”

“Of course, it’s yours. I painted it for you” She hugs me, seemingly happy.

“Thank you miss” she says happily hugging me.

“You’re welcome…” I hugged her back feeling glad.

When we arrived at the ball, I kept an eye out for Cathlen, the heroine of the story, and for the crowned Prince. I don’t want to bump into any of them. I was simply hiding at the back of my father the whole night, not socializing and talking to any people.

“Ah…I’m hungry…” I groaned hearing the sound of my stomach grumbling. We didn’t eat dinner beforehand. We are going to a party after all. But how can I get some food without bumping into the person I don’t want to meet?

“What’s wrong, are you hungry?” Father asks probably hearing my stomach.

“No father, I’m not hungry” I say hoping to tell him otherwise.

“Okay just tell me if you get hungry okay? I will go get you some food to eat.”

‘I would love for you to get me some food but I would rather not have you leave me here. I might meet the people I am avoiding’ I thought.

“Yes, I will father”

That’s it Vendia… or Yerre. This night should end up with you being hungry and exhausted from hiding.

‘I don’t want to attend any parties anymore…’ I thought fidgeting.

I wonder if Alda attended this ball party too…I miss her so much” I mumbled.

To be continued…