Before you post, here are a few fitting titles for this chapter based on your preferred style:
The Crimson Lily in the Frozen Tundra (Romantic yet funny)
How to Crash a Plot with Yellow Carnations (Focuses on the Cupid failure)
The Forbidden Box of the Crimson Duke (Dramatic and mysterious)
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
I dragged them.
Yes, dragged.
With the elegance of a Lady? Absolutely not.
With the fierce determination of a completely lost but utterly confident general?
Unapologetically confident.
"Oh, heavens... what is this divine fragrance?" I exclaimed dramatically, inhaling the air as if I had just discovered a piece of earthly paradise. "Oh, dear gods... it is truly pampering my cute little nose..."
Lady Genevieve turned around.
She looked at me.
She looked at our surroundings.
Then—with an elegant finger and her signature deadpan face (or rather, the calm and graceful expression typical of a female lead)—she pointed toward a food cart.
