Vanessa stared at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but hold her breath. The maids combed her black hair into soft little curls interspersed with hornbill feathers and glittering gemstones, and the necklace was so heavy that it was all natural crystals that accentuated her perfect collarbone.

The dress is woven with ivory brocade and silver thread, and the tiny hibiscus stone is trimmed, and the color is pastel, making her whole person look like a fairy bathed in pink holy light. But the shoulders were all exposed, the V-shaped neckline of the corset was almost open to the lower abdomen, and at first Vanessa said that she would not wear anything, but Brandt said to her in a commanding tone: "This dress is for adult women, not a little girl's dress, Creon has no pedophilia, you have to wear it if you want to impress him." Vanessa had no choice but to surrender. Her shoes were old, worn by the wife of a magician in the school, with pointed buckskin and small back roots, not pretty, but they fit well and were very comfortable.

"You are so beautiful, miss." After dressing up, the maids praised one after another.

I hope Creon says the same. Vanessa spun around, her skirt fluttering.

Just then, Brandt pushed the door open and entered—his eyes fixed on the princess, and remained open for the next half minute, until the maids ran out from under his arms with their mouths covered and smiling.

Vanessa smiled at the prince, "Thank you for the dress, I think I'm ready." ”

"Oh my God, I really regret giving it to you." Brandt muttered to himself.

"What?" Vanessa pretended not to hear.

"I mean, the wagon is ready." Brandt held out his right hand.

Vanessa gracefully placed her hand on the prince's hand and let him lead her towards the palace

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