A Young Wife

"Wanda, are you okay?"

Agnes asked with oblivious concern.

"I-I'm fine~"

Wanda shook her head, her sweat-dampened scarlet hair whipping through the air like glowing red ribbons, making one want to twist them into two strands and grasp them in one's hands.

"Do you want me to come in and take a look? I feel like something's off with you. Do you have a fever?" Agnes was still worried.

At those words, Wanda instantly grew extremely nervous, and so did her body.

"Ah—"

A sound that did not belong to Wanda faintly came from behind her, but because of the distance, Agnes, standing outside the front door, did not hear it.

Wanda hurriedly shook her head and declined. "N-No need. Isn't it almost time for the party? I'll be right over. Really, right away~"

Hearing Wanda say that, Agnes still found it a little strange, but she did not dwell on it. She had just turned to leave when she came back again.

"Is Leon home? Why haven't I seen him? You newlyweds have to come together." Agnes emphasized.

"I'm here, Agnes. There are just too many places in the house that need checking, and all kinds of cleaning to do. Can't you see Wanda's exhausted? She's just slacking off here~"

Leon suddenly poked his head out from behind Wanda, resting his chin against one of her shoulders. Wanda's fingertips gripping the windowsill had turned white from the force. She lowered her head slightly so Agnes could not see her face, with no chance at all to refute the big devil Leon's "slanderous" lie that she was slacking off.

"I see."

Agnes nodded understandingly and began complaining along with it. "When I first moved here, cleaning was like that for me too. It wore me out."

"My husband isn't as