Ceileen (Villager) POV
The thorns of these damned bushes were uglifying my hands with scars a lady like me shouldn't have. I should be going to parlours for tea and a party.
Seeing gents that would wed me or bed me.
GAH!!!
I pulled and pulled, no more caring whether these were weeds or herbs. God knows how trivial these matters are, and mother still pressed me to do so.
If only that b***h Wysteria had not died. She would be the one to do all this...
No, in the first place, if that sissy brat knows I am more worthy than that good-for-nothing b***h. Ugly and dirty. She was abandoned at our doorstep one morning and became our slave the next day.
I am better! More beautiful than any other lass in the village... No, that was too little... How about in the continent.
Mother always told
