Chapter 15 Chapter 15 This day will be unforgettable for you forever...
Louisa concealed her inner excitement and pretended to be concerned: "Oh my God! What happened? Miss Norman, are you okay?"
"Get out of here!" Heinrich pushed Louisa away and picked up Isabel. "Victor, call the doctor!"
Suddenly, the "unconscious" Isabel opened her eyes a little and poked her strong chest with her elbow.
Furious Heinrich: "?"
Before the crowd gathered around, Isabel fell unconscious again with her eyes closed.
Heinrich's face was wooden: "..."
Violet came over with a cane and asked with a frown, "What happened to Audrey?"
Louisa: "Grandma, don't worry, it's probably just something bad I ate."
Violet couldn't help complaining, "Oh! I hope Cook Patty doesn't hear this. Everyone eats the same thing, why is it that she has a problem?"
Even though he complained, he still ordered, "Have you called the doctor?"
The Duke's valet Victor was about to take action when Heinrich suddenly said, "Don't shout. I'll take her to rest."
The dance was about to begin, and everyone was just a little concerned, thinking it was no big deal.
After closing the door of the lounge, Heinrich had a gloomy expression on his face. Turning around, he saw that Ms. Isabel, who was supposed to be unconscious, was sitting up normally, looking relaxed and drinking coffee.
"What the hell is going on? Audrey Norman."
He called him by his name, and it seemed that he was very angry.
Isabel said calmly, "There's a saying in the ancient code: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Now is the time to fulfill it."
Heinrich frowned, but before he could say anything, there was a knock on the door.
"Shh! She's here." Isabel's eyes moved slightly, and she lay back on the bed pretending to be weak. "You go first. Thank you, Mr. Spencer."
Heinrich snorted coldly, stood up and opened the door. When he saw Louisa, he looked even more unhappy and slammed the door and left.
"Are you feeling better, Audrey?" Louisa went straight to Isabel's bedside.
Isabel forced a smile and said hoarsely, "My stomach suddenly hurts, and I feel like I'm having an allergy. My body is red, swollen, and itchy. I'm afraid I'll lose my composure at the ball. Could you please explain this to Lady Violet? I'm sure she'll understand."
Louisa rolled her eyes and suddenly sighed, "This is your first time attending a dance. If you miss the date, I'm afraid you'll be the talk of the town at social events for the next two weeks."
"Is that so? But..." Isabel looked distressed and suddenly scratched her neck. Her throat was also uncomfortable. "Ahem... I'm really not feeling well... Can you give me a glass of water, Louisa?"
Louisa looked at her red neck, her eyes filled with hidden pride.
When his mood improved, he put down his fan and poured a glass of water, "Drink slowly."
After Isabel drank the water, her complexion improved.
Louisa: "How do you feel? Can you move?"
Isabel sighed softly and smiled, "Better. I'll fix my hair and be right there."
"No hurry, I'll wait for you." Louisa was considerate and determined to take her to the ball herself.
Isabel fixed her hair in front of the mirror, which reflected Louisa's face.
A cold look flashed across his ice-blue eyes.
I've given you a way out. You asked for this, Louisa.
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The ballroom was filled with melodious music and guests were coming and going.
The two ladies from the Spencer family reappeared, attracting everyone's concern.
Isabel thanked Louisa for her concern and was then led to the center of the dance floor.
"Today's first waltz should be danced by Miss Norman and Hein, don't you agree?"
Everyone cheered: "Can't wait!"
"Excellent! Don't be shy, Miss Norman."
Violet sat and murmured, "Oh! I wish the Baron's daughter had learned to dance, otherwise it would be a disgrace to her."
The orchestra was very discerning. Without waiting for anyone's consent, they switched from a cheerful folk dance to an elegant waltz. The lively young men and women made way for the stage and focused their attention on Isabelle and Heinrich.
Heinrich still had some gentlemanly manners and cooperated by making an invitation gesture.
"Can you?" He looked at me with a disdainful look, a hint of impatience. "I don't like dancing. Don't force yourself, and don't force me."
Isabel was surprised. "Oh, I'm very sorry to find that Your Excellency the Duke has the ability to turn good words into bad words. Congratulations to you, and I mourn for you."
But this was not the time to debate with Heinrich. She turned her gaze to Louisa and raised the champagne to Edmund. "Why don't you invite your beautiful wife, Louisa, to join us?"
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, looking at the crowd again, "The excitement belongs to everyone. Please dance together."
After that, she took the champagne from the hand of a passing servant and drank it all in one gulp.
Vincent was the first to respond: "Great! I was just thinking of showing off my dancing skills and outdoing Hein! A guy who's proud of his hunting grounds may not be as good at dancing!"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Seeing this, Edmund, who had been holding the wine glass hesitantly, drank it all in one gulp and took Louisa off the stage. "Come on, dear, don't let Hein take the limelight."
The sound of the piano rang out, and the first note flowed from the fingertips and lingered in the air.
In the world of Vanity Fair, elegant gentlemen and ladies in gorgeous clothes dance to the music, and their colorful skirts bloom into different but beautiful flowers.
Brushing the hem of Isabel's goose yellow skirt, Louisa sneered and whispered, "It will be fun soon, Edmund."
"Looking forward to it." Edmund sneered.
Castor essential oil is subtly mixed into the fan incense. It is harmless to smell it alone, but if it is consumed with cream, it will cause abdominal pain and then a rash all over the body, like a terrible plague.
This was enough to ruin the future Duchess's debut, spread rumors of the plague, and cause other aristocratic balls to exclude her. Not to mention Lady Violet, who always valued her reputation as her life, Louisa could even imagine the old lady rolling her eyes and screaming for smelling salts.
That must be wonderful!
Louisa chuckled.
Her brown pupils stared at the goose-yellow figure as she spun and circled.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
From the time she felt the stomachache after finishing her meal, it was almost ten minutes before the drug took effect.
Louisa counted down silently, the feeling of pride in her heart growing.
Didn't she rely on her cleverness to avoid embarrassment? Didn't she proudly snatch away all the betrothal gifts? Audrey Normand? A foolish young lady from a humble baron's family, was she worthy of playing tricks in Chalvis?
This day will be unforgettable for you!
As if they had telepathic connection, at the moment the countdown ended, the goose yellow figure in the dance floor suddenly met Louisa's gaze and even smiled leisurely.
In an instant, Louisa realized something was wrong.
Why hasn’t it happened yet?
Wait a little longer...
One minute, two minutes...
Isabel continued dancing as if nothing had happened.
Louisa's palms began to sweat, and she couldn't tell whether it was because she was nervous about the unexpected plan or because she was really feeling unwell.
Edmund: "My dear, why do you look so pale?"
Louisa took a deep breath and was about to speak...
Suddenly! Her expression changed drastically!
"Wait! Edmund!" Louisa's voice trembled, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. "Something's wrong! Something's wrong! Quick! Help me get to the lounge!"
"What?!"
"It's too late! Hurry!" Louisa shouted, but her voice suddenly got stuck in her throat and she froze in place.
She felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and a rash began to spread from her neck. The indescribable itching made her unable to control herself, and she left one nail mark after another, almost wanting to scratch her skin...
Edmund slowly widened his eyes, and at this moment, his expression changed. He also bent his body and covered his stomach.
“Ah! It hurts!”
The rash was more obvious on the man's pale skin. It spread all over his body in almost an instant, making him almost crazy with itchiness!
With the couple as the center of the circle, people gradually turned around, revealing expressions of disbelief...
"Oh! God! Edmund? Louisa?!"
"Oh my god? Look at their faces! What is that?!"
"Oh no! Is it the plague?! Call a doctor! Quick!"
"This is terrible! How can I have such bad luck at a dinner party? God help me, don't infect me!"
…
Louisa's memory froze in place, along with her and Edmund's twisted bodies.
What happened next was as bizarre as a Gothic novel. The only thing I remember was Lady Violet's screams as she desperately called for smelling salts, and those calm, ice-blue eyes amidst the shocked crowd.
Audrey Norman?!
Very good! Excellent! It is indeed... a day I will never forget!
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A simple and rough house fight (against fingers)
Isabel: It’s the foreigners who have to make a fool of themselves.
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