“Is there anything softer than this lining? It’s a dress I must wear throughout the founding festival. Our child takes after me, so her skin is very fragile. Ho ho ho.”
The Duchess was still poking at my chubby arm as she spoke.
At those words, the designers gathered in the reception room moved briskly.
“How about this, Duchess? It’s a lining made stitch by stitch with the finest cotton. It’s very gentle cotton that won’t irritate even the most sensitive skin.”
The Duchess touched the lining for a long time before reluctantly nodding.
“Alright. It doesn’t suit my castle, but if this is the best, there’s nothing to be done.”
The designers seemed to swallow a sigh of relief. The chief designer wiped the sweat that had been annoying him all along and groveled.
“Next time, we’ll be sure to bring fabric that will please the Duchess.”
Perhaps it was because they had already squabbled for an hour over a ‘blue color that matches Reina’s pale blonde hair, but is transparent and subtly tinged with yellow and green, bright but not too glaring, fresh but not overly lively,’ but the designer was at his wit’s end.
Even I, who had only been sitting on the sofa munching on snacks, was utterly drained.
We hadn’t even chosen the dress’s design yet, and the upcoming process was worrisome.
“It doesn’t work, it doesn’t work!”
Short, fluttering arms and legs were seen next to me.
Kirian, clinging like a load to the Duchess’s side, had been fluttering nonstop for the past hour without losing strength.
With such fervor, he seemed like he could easily set a world record if let loose in a swimming pool.
When the designers tearing around the reception room tore up all the sample clothes they had brought, the Duchess had to hold him, but Kirian kept grumbling ‘founding festival dress’ or ‘not like that.’
“Ssh. Kirian, you need to get a nice dress too, you can’t disturb the designers like this. Don’t you see the people sweating because of you?”
The Duchess was under a strange misconception, but no designer had the courage to correct her mistake.
The Duchess smiled and gracefully gestured to the chief designer.
“Don’t mind him, keep working.”
I dipped my head to the total chaos unfolding before me and nibbled on a new snack.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]After a long fivehour journey, the dress fitting was roughly completed.
I stood awkwardly in the center of the reception room, dressed in new clothes.
Kirian was holding his chubby fists, wearing a similar design to mine, full of dissatisfaction.
The moment he was released, he tried to tear the clothes immediately but whined that ‘if there are two, they can’t be torn,’ and was now attacking the clothes with his eyes instead of his hands.
The Duchess clapped her hands, beaming.
“Oh my, how can it be so pretty? Do you like it, Reina?”
I looked down at the dress I was wearing.
I couldn’t be sure since it was not yet completed, but I couldn’t determine whether this dress was pretty.
Thanks to the Duchess, who insisted only on the most expensive and top products, the dress was full of jewels, embroidery, and lace.
When this dress was finished, it would only be more flashy, never less.
Besides, I was not the owner of the glamorous appearance that would highlight this dress.
With faded blonde hair and watery blue jeanscolored eyes, I was sure I would match this dress as much as a potato in a goldthreaded sack.
Still, in this world, the dress’s opulence might indicate its value.
Unable to disappoint the Duchess, who was eagerly awaiting my response, I nodded my head.
“Yes, it’s beautiful.”
The Duchess, standing at the pinnacle of aristocratic society, must know this world’s fashion better than I did.
The Duchess smiled again and sent applause to the designers.
“You all have worked really hard.”
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But the designers could hardly force a smile, and they barely managed to reply with a “Yes” to the Duchess’s compliments.
Only the lead designer barely managed to smile, showing his tearyeyed professionalism, and said,
“Thank you for your kind words, Duchess. I never knew you had such a deep understanding of clothes, always looking for durable things.”
I looked down at my dress, which reeked of money, once again. But I was somewhat relieved that the designer acknowledged the Duchess’s fashion sense.
It’s only natural that the standards of fashion would be different in a different world.
Meanwhile, Kirian ran to the Duchess and pulled her arm.
“Uh, Mother. Can’t I just stay home? I’ll be at home with Newa.”
“No. We cannot miss the founding festival as members of the Istira family.”
“I’ll behave and listen to the housekeeper.”
“No.”
As Kirian’s face darkened at once, the Duchess gently stroked his head.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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