All Chapters of Tasteless Price [ENGLISH]: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I can tell that...in my life, wine is everything. When the spoon clinks against the wine glass in a vast room, everyone's attention will be caught and the toast shall be made to wish goodwill for all who are in the hall. Dad explained that we should cherish wine because a perfect gathering cannot be attained without it. To be honest, I don't appreciate wine because I often believe that it will make me intoxicated for just an hour, yet the misery we have will remain in our hearts. Although, I'm not quite certain if wine can really get us drunk. Maybe a hard one will do? But surely, alcohol can do it. At a young age, I am already surrounded by the bottle of wines—a collection rather. Well, what do you expect from the owner of the widest winery here in Voloska, France? Dad loves collecting the bottle of wines in each flavor we have manufactured. On a serious note, I only crave his full attention for me, as his daughter, rather than working hard with our wines. I always have this dream

I can't focus on the lesson now that my friend is constantly peeping at the window, she's throwing off my mind and I couldn't discern what she's trying to imply by telling me the same name that I heard with the girls at the comfort room earlier. A sudden noise echoed in the school grounds which caught my interest, and there I saw a flock of students facing the stage, holding up some banners and balloons. What's with them? Is there a popular boy band who will perform? Curiosity envelops me, hoping to know what's with the event and wild crowds. I turned my gaze to my friend, her sparkling green eyes kinda annoyed me when she gawked at the window. This girl is attentive to any happenings on this campus, while I don't have any idea. Aisie is enthralled to the point that she's already clutching my arm badly. "Aisie, it hurts," I whispered and pulled my arm away from her. She apologized to me but persisted to let her eyes settle on the window. Should I volunteer to change our seats? It'

It's already dawn, yet I still can't get him off my head. Every time I try to shut my eyes, all I can see is his eyes, smile, and everything about him! But of all people, why does it need to be him…the substitute teacher I dislike the most?! Like, are you kidding me? I even asked Aisie why she didn't inform me that the man named Xalent was actually the graduating scholar whom I encountered that humiliating day! Then that girl only answered that she assumed that I already knew him. Like, when did I care about other people, huh? I don't even know some of our classmates. When I figured it out, I almost made a scene at his busking session because I'm trying to shove the crowd just to get away from there. Even though some are already bringing a fuss about it, I didn't dare to talk back with them. The last thing I want to see is that annoying face again! I knew it, my interest in that voice will remain that way. Why does his voice sound gentle when he starts singing while his personality

"Is there any bar here, sis? Or anything fun to go to?" she asked while checking her face in the mirror. "None, so whatever you are planning, don't ever do it. Manhattan is much better than here; a lot of pubs. And I know you, you're a spoiled brat who can't be ruled by her mom that easily. You can't do anything here, so why did you come here, huh?" She rolled her eyes. "You're such a mean, Lush. I feel that my eyes will be gratified with such Adonis faces and abs when we head to Paris. Maybe this is the time to kneel if I behold a perfect one for me here." I looked at her unbelievably. Are we really cousins? This one is a hell'a wild rather than me. "Just to remind you, Dey...I still have classes to attend so I can't go wherever you want to go. But don't you worry, we only have a week before the break." "Can we at least go to the winery?" she begged and lay beside me. "Mom said that the wines that your dad produced were the best in the world. I wanna taste some.""Alright. Well,

The other line becomes silent. But I could hear his every breath. Maybe he was thinking. I placed my hand over my chest because of the unusual feeling that evolving in my heart. Even though he didn't say anything, I felt like I was going to have a nervous breakdown. Be steady Lushiane. You look like a fool. "Can you sing for me? Because... I'm awful right now, really. And I want to hear your voice." I smacked my head at my own words. Why am I talking to him? Fuck this dramatic scene and these weird feelings. But Lushiane! You're such an idiot for requesting. "What do you want?" His husky voice filled my ears so I was suddenly startled. "Anything." Even though I was worried that he might not continue, I still waited until I heard the strum of a guitar. He can play? H-how? Fuck! Probably studied, Lushiane. You are not thinking. But it's really embarrassing that