I'll Carry You

“Eloise was their granddaughter….”

By the reservation schedule Ophelia got from Royal Mayfair, we had come to ride the London Eye, which used to be the largest Ferris wheel in the world. Surprisingly, my rival kid model Eloise Whitmore was also scheduled to ride the London Eye at the same time.

Her grandfather was Edmund Whitmore, and her grandmother was Margaret Whitmore. In Britain, does the surname change to the husband's after marriage? I feel like I saw that in a comic somewhere.

“Why, are you upset?”

“N-no! That’s not it!”

“Hey, Elsie. Why are you snapping at your friend like that?”

“..I wasn’t snapping at her, Grandma.”

With her slight aversion to Awakened people, Eloise had seen my flustered expression, blurted out something testily, and then got scolded by her grandma. It wasn't that I hated Eloise being here or anything; I was just a little self-conscious.

Still, maybe because I was seeing the ordinary Eloise instead of the model version, it felt really strange. No heavily styled hair, no spring outfit for a photoshoot. Seen like this, she just felt like a ridiculously pretty elementary schooler?

“Princess. Boarding time is almost here.”...