got a hearty lecture from the brown-haired woman. What a psycho he was. Partially yelled at him. That he behaved like a kindergarten child whose lollipop would have been taken away. That it wasn't his business what she was doing. It was her life after all! Not his! Did he even know privacy?

After this incident, she had completely broken off contact with him.
It was just too much for her. Actually, she just wanted to finish with the subject of 'Tyson'. Even forget it. Although there were also nice moments. But the difficult, these constant quarrels, which kept increasing, which were more violent than the ones they always had, these simply outweighed them!
She just felt stressed the moment she even looked at him.

Suddenly a ringtone ripped her out of her thoughts. It was the phone that made her stand up.
She picked up the receiver, nervous.
"Yes, Tachibana?"
"Hey Hilary, it's Mariah!
"Oh, ... hi.", She uttered softly.
"I wanted to ask when I can come to you."
"Because of what?"
"Well, to prepare you for the masked ball, of course!""I told you that I wouldn't go to such a stupid party, how often do you want to hear it?"
"Um ... let's say around 5pm ??", the pink-haired woman skilfully ignored her ironic question.
"Mariah, I'm serious!" She threatened hers.
"Okay, see you later! Love you."
And before the brown-haired woman could reply, the line was lifted.
"Great.", She thought and went to her study with her bag, which she had fetched from the living room.

The slight scratching of her fountain pen could be heard softly. She let the blue ink down on a piece of squared paper. She spoke the strung together words quietly so that she didn't make a mistake.
"Absolutism had ... even nature ... subjected to the will of the ruler ...: the baroque garden ... was a geometric arrangement ... in which the summer palace ... was the dominant center.", she wrote down and read it go through the sentence again.
Desperate, she grabbed her head. How was she supposed to manage all of this? Monday was the deadline and she had just finished writing over half of her thesis.
In her mind she read a sentence from a book.
"Against these cold lines of rules arose the enthusiastic world feeling of romanticism, which pantheistically sought the creation of God in an unsophisticated nature."

Wandering, she read through the penultimate and last word,'uneducated nature'. What actually was unsophisticated nature? A nature that could not be imagined? What did you associate with nature? Plants? Trees? Bushes? A blue sky? Sunset? Does nature also have something to do with a feeling? So not just what one thinks of nature, as is so often the case?
Was it possible to equate nature with feelings? Friendship - love?
How tricky was it all?
"How am I supposed to write a paper if I don't understand my own subject?"A loud bell rang. It rang again and again all over the house.
But no signs of anyone noticing.
In front of the door was none other than Mariah, who was desperately trying to get Hilary to the front door!
"Man, where has she gone? I told you I would come over at 5 p.m."
She puffed and puffed on the ledge of the door. Where was she now?
Her fingers landed on the doorbell again. One, - two times, no even a third and fourth time, she pressed it.
Just as she was about to take her cell phone out of her pocket, the door opened and a very disheveled Hilary now stood in the door frame.
"Man ... Mariah, ... do you have to ring me crazy?"
"How do you look?" Asked her friend crookedly.
"I fell asleep at the desk," was her logical answer.
"Ah so. Well, can I come in?", She then asked, since she was still standing outside.
"Oh yes, sure. Sure."
So the brown-haired woman let her friend enter the house.

About an hour after the pink-haired Blader arrived at Hilary's, they both stood in the room of the former manager of the Bladebreakers. Mariah was just about to hold a couple of cocktail dresses in front of Hilary's nose.
"Look here. That's nice.", She said, pushed it open to Hilary and turned her towards the mirror in the room.
"Well, I don't know.", She said softly and looked at the dress in the mirror
The dress was an elegant skirt in a flounce tail look. The poetic rosé and luxurious romantic look celebrated the feminine elegance of the wearer.
"That's what you call design with style!" Enthused her friend, while she continued to look at the item of clothing.
The dreamy, delicate and slightly transparent georgette material in the flounce-pointed look would play around your legs with every step. You could see that it was worked out in three asymmetrical layers.
"Come on, put it on !!""No, Mariah ... that doesn't suit me at all."
"Don't argue, go, go, go !!", she said and urged her into the bathroom, of course with the dress in hand.
After a few minutes Hilary came out again. The dress hugged her body, the figure-hugging silhouette was breathtaking. Now you could see a side zip on the left side.
"Ohh how adorable !! You have to wear that!"
"Please Mariah, I know that you have a weakness for pink things or pink things, but that's really not my color.", Said the brown-haired woman decisively.
"Oh. Hm. Already. Sorry, I think something got through with me, hehe.", She laughed cautiously.
She, however, smiled. Yes, that was her friend. She wondered how Ray could stand this if they ever moved in together. Would he be able to endure if everything was arranged according to their needs? She had to smile slightly at the thought. Then she looked at Mariah in disbelief. Hilary waved that off. So the topic was forgotten again, because there were even more important things.
"Okay, ... let's see what else I took with me for you."
And so she took off the previous dress with relief and already forced herself into the next one, which Mariah was holding out to her.


oOoOoO


Fast steps sounded in the stairwell. He climbed the white marble stairs faster and faster. His palm clutched the banister. With its firm grip, he pulled himself up on it. Until he stopped short and stared at a white door.
"Oh my god ... what is that?" He hissed softly and looked at the door.
On this was a large wooden sign that said;'Welcome! Come into our cool room and celebrate with us until the doctor comes! '
With an eyebrow raised, he raised his arm a little and rang the doorbell. Loud rumbling could be heard as soon as he took his finger off the doorbell button.And less than four seconds later the door slammed aside and a purple-haired head stepped out of it.
"Ta ... TALA!" He shouted, so that the redhead's drum panels almost burst and hugged him stormily.
"Hey slip off my skin, dwarf gnome. I'm not gay.", The Russian hissed at the other.
"We know.", Came a more mature voice from the apartment.
Tala grinned, pushed the dwarf away and entered the apartment.
"Spencer, you here? I thought you were somewhere in the Ukraine?" Tala asked skeptically, still with a grin on his face.
"I was too.", He grinned back and shook hands with Tala in a friendly manner.
"The best thing to do is not ask why he came here," said someone who was just standing in the corridor from another room.
"Ah finally, Bryan. Are you finally finished in the bathroom? I really need to !!", said the short Ian.
But before he could barricade himself in the bathroom, the redhead held him back by the collar and pushed him out of the apartment.
"Hey, what is that supposed to be?" He asked impudently.
"Well, what? You're going to get my suitcases out of the taxi down there. Or do you think a star like me is dragging his three suitcases up the nine floors by yourself?"
A sniff could be heard before Ian turned around and went down the stairs.
"So how is the situation in Russia, old friend?" Spencer asked, closing the door.

"Ian do this! Ian do that! Man, when will they finally learn that I'm not their packhorse.", He sighed.
"But he will still be surprised. I don't drag his suitcases up nine floors! Why else is there an elevator?", He thought to himself and was already picturing Tala's face.
But then his dream world burst, once in his life, to leave Tala standing there stupid, a note hung on the elevator, probably from the caretaker and that was exactly what made Ian collapse inside.
He didn't even read the slip.No - twice and also a third time!
"Elevator defective - please use the stairwell."
Cursing, he had to take the stairs and drag the three suitcases up nine floors.

Panting and completely out of breath, he leaned his back against the door of his apartment. He had one suitcase each in his right and left hand, the third he had squeezed under his right armpit, which he found quite uncomfortable in the end. He was breathing heavily and completely out of breath and just as he was about to straighten up, he folded back into the apartment.
"Oh. There you are at last, Ian. We thought you were kidnapped.", Said a white-haired man who was bent over the 'dwarf'.
Ian didn't say anything, got up again, which was really not easy for him under the many suitcases, and waddled like a penguin inside the apartment, with low-key words.
"Kidnapped, ... tze ... sure ..."


oOoOoO


A white limousine pulled up. The rear doors swung open and four people stepped out of the long car.
"Wow. Great lighting.", Said a blonde, who was just looking at what was present and holding out his bent arm to his companion.
"Yes. They did really well.", She replied and happily took her arm.
"Come on now, we should go in quickly," said a black-haired man who had got out before the other two.
His companion, with pink hair, agreed with him and so the four set off inside the house.
Once there, they were almost knocked over by a blue-haired man with a baseball cap.


oOoOoO


Still not knowing what she was doing here, she paced up and down the buffet.