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The young aristocrat, the heir of the ancient family has, if not all, then much. But is he really happy? Sometimes just a couple of words can cross out everything that was before. Endless summer for two lovers and pure romance.

A warning:

In this work, romance is at the forefront, so all those who do not like this genre, do not judge me, you were warned.

Love is tender ?! It is rude, vicious, Ostra as a thorn, and, like a shadow, feigned.

William Shakespeare.

You know, in spite of the fact that I call Aderli-Manor my home, I always felt like a stranger here. Everything here is imbued with the wealth, luster, manners and honor of the family, about which the father cares for all his life. In short, all that is developed in me is too weak. But if I show myself real, I’ll be erased from the family tree forever, deprived of everything that I have, and a miracle, if not killed, because Ronald Aderley, whose titles I, perhaps, omit, will never allow anyone to disgrace such an ancient and respectable kind of Such a lifestyle imposes an imprint on a person, not to mention his social circle, amorous affairs and relations with relatives. Making normal friends is taboo, so I have to spend my free time with the sons of my father's friends, listen to their endless stories about politics, art and horses, making a smart look. They annoyed me in the same way as their parents — self-satisfied, pompous turkeys, who absolutely didn’t care about everything except their “ancient and respectable families” and family honor. I thought every minute of happiness when I could hide in Aderli-menor, citing health problems, but when my parents were having their parties, I had to turn into a “true young Aderly” and put an aristocrat on my face. Tell me who, that one fine moment I will find the strength to cross the line, I would only laugh at his face.

Toward the end of July, the seventeenth, in Aderley-Manor, one of such receptions was held, organized on the occasion of my nineteenth birthday. The orchestra, the trained waiters, the decorators, whom my mother, Victoria, brought to the state of shock with her demands, the most exquisite dishes and collectible wines — I didn't like all that in advance. However, there were some pleasant moments - at last Ronald Aderley reconciled with Neville Levington, another representative of high society. Nobody remembered how this enmity began, but both lords hated each other so much that in order to stifle the enemy with light, they used the dirtiest ways. My father was always amazed at my indifference to all these conflicts, setting as an example my younger brother Gerald, who certainly listened to every advice of his father, once turned into a copy of it. But let it not dream, I furnished it for a year, then by right I am the heir to the title. One by one, they did not represent any particular danger, but when they got together, they began to cut me at any convenient occasion: from my attitude to the Levingtons, to the willingness to defend family honor. Hardly restraining not to send both to hell, I honestly played an aristocrat. And now I was sitting in the room where the trophies of hunting, which my father loved to brag, were by the fireplace with my father and Gerald, where the epic “Every Levington should know its place” once again began.

“I am certainly glad that Neville decided to take the first step towards reconciliation,” his father said importantly.

“But father, Levingtons probably conceived something and this is just a trick!” - Gerald raged, walking around the room back and forth like a hunted lion.

I thought about Mr. Levington’s daughter, Olivia. Her dark skin, dark eyes, jet black hair ...having seen her once, quite by chance, I eagerly wanted her to get it. We secretly met, knowing that parents would be against any of our relations, but the devil himself could not stop me, I wanted her so much.

- Tyler. Tyler! - the father has addressed to me. - Do not you hear me? I wanted to hear your opinion about the situation.

Gerald mockingly looked at me from behind his father, saying, "what can he say intelligently." Honestly, I even had my fists itched, I wanted to beat him to such an extent, but I did it differently.

“Father, I think this is a good chance to end the senseless enmity,” the brother almost burst out in anger, “maybe we can benefit from it.”

Lord Aderley saw some meaning in it.

“You make me happy, my boy, this is a really good decision.”

- But father! - protested Gerald.

- No but! We will invite them to our reception, ”he snapped at his brother.

Father with Gerald, who secretly cast angry glances at me, went on a horse ride, leaving me to admire the fire. So tomorrow I will see Olivia. Only this helped to distract from the thoughts of admission, and an image of a girl appeared obligingly in her head.

A few days later my parents radiantly smiled at all the arriving guests, introducing me to each of them and praising them as best they could. And they were looking at some girls like that, as if they wanted me to immediately lead some mannered aristocrat to the crown. Finally arrived and Levingtons. My father shook hands with Mr. Neville without any emotions, and my mother just greeted his wife Ursula while I looked as imperceptibly as I could at Olivia, who looked so adorable in this dress emphasizing the perfect figure. At that moment I was envious of myself, but in public I could not do anything, I just politely greeted me, but could not resist to not wink at myself. The girl smugly smiled, and the Levingtons rushed to introduce me and her. We portrayed completely unfamiliar people and very politely started a conversation about some secular nonsense. Both Aderley and Levington disappeared somewhere, giving us a few seconds.

“Soon we will be alone,” I whispered with my lips alone.

- I look forward to it.

We just stood nearby, protecting ourselves from others. We were not able to stay together, I was carried away by supposedly “friends”, her same “friends” and, throwing one last look at the girl, I went to listen to the next senseless and unpleasant conversations to me. Having bravely endured the whole solemn part, I quietly ran to the balcony, where I took out a pack of “Parliament” from my pocket, pulled out a cigarette and slowly lit a cigarette, inhaling with pleasure the tobacco smoke. It began to rain on the street, so the guests moved into the house. Luxuriously dressed ladies, accompanied by stately gentlemen, walked around the house, quietly discussing something, some men smoked and drank whiskey, talking about hunting, comfortably sitting in the hall, while their wives spent time with my mother in the cozy rooms of the menor. I heard snatches of their conversations, but I tried not to pay attention to it.

- I will not disturb you? - There was a chest voice next. Olivia's voice.

“No, of course not,” the first sincere smile of the evening appeared on my face.

The girl smiled back at me.

- When will you quit?

I pointedly took a puff and laughed.

- Apparently this is a stupid question.

Now we stood together, leaning against the railing, and admiring the iridescent garlands, in the light of which the fountain looked especially beautiful. Everything this evening was special. Olivia took a sip of champagne from a crystal glass, I silently dropped the cigarette butt and hugged the girl by the waist, hugging me.

- I want you.

“You smell like cigarettes,” she laughed.

I touched her lips, slipping my tongue into her mouth. The girl answered passionately, showing how much she missed. Slightly bit my lip and pulled away.

“Not here, they might catch us,” she took my hand and led me off the balcony.

We made our way to the third floor, remaining unnoticed, and approached one of the doors. When we did enter the ...