Chapter 432
The time was one where I was simply waiting, and it was starting to make me impatient as I felt it go slower like it usually does when one is anxious and wants it to go faster. Hence, trying to compose my inner disruption, I decided to make sure everything was perfect one last time.
As if I hadn’t just saved it, I made sure the little box was still in my pocket, and I paced to the round and luxurious mirror our chamber possessed.
My hands ironed the skirt of the dress needlessly as it was simply too perfectly prepared from the get-go, and as my hands acknowledged such useless action, I moved them so now they could feel the soft and silky fabric, its little gems seemingly humble decorating the centre of my chest with its obviously expensive existence, and tracing the cleavage that was so sensually conservative, framing it with the upper shape of a heart that as it went up to hold onto my shoulders, with small and graceful shoulder pads would wrap my arm and fall long and loose down my forearms.
Gold could not be lacking in my every outfit yet unlike other times that it kind of stood out from the colours I have to wear as the Ninth, the gold was discreet in the edges of its sleeves, skirt and shoulders... My upper body was of creamy white, which once covering my breasts with a pointy direction down my abdomen, it would become the sole thread of white in a skirt of crimson; while the other, black, turquoise and silver colours, were present in the gems decorating my chest, also consequent to the thread. Making the area of gems follow the shape as if an arrow.
A simple and thin, yet golden necklace decorated my neck and the long hair I had gotten so attached to was half loose while braids kept it from covering any speck of my delicately beautiful make-up. Seemingly crowned by small pins decorating it elegantly.
’... Madame Fannie Moody truly must have fun making these dresses... they are so pretty and unique... I’ve even noticed some Ladies are trying to wear similar dresses now.’ — I told Marianne from within, too accustomed to keeping silent while impressed by the appearance we had.
Much more natural and lovely, wearing more expression and with more lively movement, Marianne’s beauty had gone to higher levels I cannot get myself to say the usual compliment about our hotness... We looked too delicate and graceful... even I knew it would be disrespectful although it’s truthful.
’Hm... our make-up looks alright, the dress looks wonderful and our vibe in it’s all, looks dashingly lovely... s-should we take some tint for our lips with us?’
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’O-only in case we need it...?’