Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 123

On the Grand Promenade, in front of Ravenmoor Tower, two cleaning ladies were whispering to each other.

"Hey! Do you think Miss Bianca will manage to see Mr. Marsh today?"

"Probably not. I heard the Marsh kid cried all night yesterday. She offended the old man, and now she's upset the young one. It's not looking good!"

"If you ask me, Mr. Marsh is being too stubborn. Miss Bianca has been so sincere. Why is he still giving a kid such a hard time?"

"Hey! That's not what you said before. You said if you were Mr. Marsh, you wouldn't bother with a spoiled brat like her."

"Oh, come on, that's because I didn't know Miss Bianca back then. I just heard she was some difficult young lady from the main family, and she talked back to Elder Mrs. Crowhurst on her first day, so I just assumed... But now that I see her, Miss Bianca isn't so bad, is she? She's a rich young lady, it's normal for her to have a bit of a temper."

"That's true. I heard someone even helped Miss Bianca when Barley chased after her yesterday. It seems like it's not just us; a lot of people in town are paying attention to this."

Nothing much ever happened in the small town, and the ruckus over Bianca's apology had been going on for over half a month. The townspeople's attitude had shifted from initial skepticism and indifference to now giving Bianca friendly greetings when they saw her on the street.

In a small pavilion at Ravenmoor Tower, the wooden window on the second floor was pushed open from the inside.

Elder Mrs. Crowhurst stood by the window.

The courtyard was quiet, and bits and pieces of the ladies' conversation drifted into the room.

Elder Mrs. Crowhurst turned her head. "Are you sure you don't want to see them?"

In the inner room, a young man sat upright on a daybed, holding a book of classical philosophy. On his right wrist was a bright red string.

The young man's head was bowed, his eyes never leaving the book.

Elder Mrs. Crowhurst understood his meaning and nodded. "Then Great-grandma will go?"

"Mm," the young man replied, sparing with his words.

Elder Mrs. Crowhurst, long accustomed to this, slowly walked out of the room.

***

Over the past month, the old woman had given them no end of trouble, criticizing everything from how they sat and walked to how they ate and laughed. Bianca found it a little unsettling that she was being so nice all of a sudden.

"You don't have to get it. Just learn to accept it," Vivienne said distractedly, her eyes fixed on the comic book in her hands.

Bianca stopped what she was doing and stared at Vivienne. "Vivienne, what are you reading?"

She had noticed it before. Every time they came back from outside, Vivienne would spend her alone time reading comics. Had she become some kind of comic book geek?

Vivienne closed the book and looked thoughtfully at the labels above Bianca's head. Ever since the day Bianca could see the flowers at the bus stop, the words 'foolish' and 'impulsive' had shrunk, now ranked below 'naïve.'

Now, Bianca's main label was 'naïve,' which meant 'foolish' and 'impulsive' had less and less influence over her.

Reaching this point was a milestone victory, but Vivienne wanted much more.

Her idea was bolder, more radical.