Summary: She, Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford had changed into a cold, heartless and uncute lady. 3 years passed but she can't forget about him, Ciel Phamtonhive. She wanted to have revenge for him.
"Lizzy, where are you going? We'll be meeting your new fiancée." her mother asked. She stopped in her tracks and replied with an emotionless voice "Call me Elizabeth. It's none of your business, mother. And ask him to go die. I don't give a damn."With that, her mother shut up and she went out alone. A few months ago, she had fired all the servants in the house.
Flashback
"L-Lady, y-your tea…" Paula stuttered and glance at Elizabeth in fear.
"Put it there."She ordered while flipping through some detective, mysterious and murderer books.
At that moment, Paula accidentally tripped and all the burning hot tea splashed onto her and the book. Although Elizabeth did not even flinched, she glared at Paula with great venom in her eyes and said "Y-You…stupid, worthless piece of shit. You're fired! Don't ever dream of stepping in here again! F**k you!" With that, she stomped off and took all her anger on the servants. Shouting could be heard even at a distance. Minutes later, all the servants left the house, dejected.
Elizabeth closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was now dressed in a dark purple dress. She had thrown away all those cute dresses and replaced it with dark and gloomy dresses, those types of dresses Ciel liked. She was going to stay at the Phamtonhive mansion, where she could find peace, alone with Ciel. At that thought, a small smiled could be seen forming on her face but disappeared as fast as it appeared. This was the only thing that managed to lift up her mood. She was looking forward to reaching there.
Meanwhile
"Interesting… I want this soul."