Cheyne obviously didn't expect me to refuse. He was stunned for a moment and wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Winnie.
I have bought the dress I liked.
But why am I not happy at all?
As the days went by, my physical condition was getting worse.
Buying a cemetery plot became part of my schedule.
I had set my sights on the plot next to my parents' grave, but the price was too expensive and I couldn't afford it with my remaining savings.
I wondered if Cheyne would give me some money, considering that I was about to die and fulfill his wish.
When I arrived at the Jones' residence, a grand banquet was being held inside.
I originally wanted to back out, but Winnie with sharp eyes spotted me.
She led me inside.
I was wearing loose casual clothes, looking like a clown among the crowd of people in suits and formal attire.
I hid on the balcony, watching Cheyne and Winnie standing together, toasting and chatting with others.
It was fake to say that I was not envious.
I blinked my eyes and turned to look at the night outside, silently thinking about when they would end.
I didn't know when someone came up behind me.
When I reacted, I was already enveloped in his shadow.