#8. In Search of a Fateful Encounter (3)

Beside the vast bed, the only light in the darkened bedroom came from a small oil lamp on the nightstand, casting a warm glow. The room’s owner lay nearby, her expression clouded with thought.

Whenever she shifted, her gauzy nightdress slipped softly over her body. Beyond it, the room was filled with dolls and adorable little decorations scattered here and there.

Thanks to them, the room looked more like a young girl’s bedroom than a woman’s.

Of course, the dolls and other decorations weren’t to Eleonore’s taste. Until just a month ago, her bedroom had been a place where simple beauty stood out among the antique furniture—in other words, a room where not a single decoration could be found.

To put it kindly, it had been simple and minimalist. Put another way, it had been bare and empty.

Etie had filled Eleonore’s once-empty bedroom with vases and various decorations, while Eugenie, her maid and childhood friend, had brought in one fabric ornament after another.

Eleonore’s bedroom had become a room filled more with the tastes of those two women, Etie and Eugenie, than with her own.

Yet, unlike the man whose personality dwelled inside her, the room’s owner didn’t dislike its girlish atmosphere all that much.

It didn’t suit her tastes, but it went quite well with her new body.

Of course, it also helped that she wasn’t the one who had to clean it...