Fast forward to the next day, Xavia remained absent-minded even as her designer was helping her put on an absolutely stunning dress. As usual, her otherworldly beauty caught the attention of everyone present, and they instantly began saying things like, “God, I’d kill to have your skin, Miss!”
“I know, right? Just a bit of makeup and she looks as pretty as a fairy!”
“Are you satisfied, Miss? Is there anything you’d like to change?”
Despite the onslaught of comments and questions, the anxious woman remained completely silent. Was Zivon going to come? And was he going to accept her apology if he did? Did she even have a right to demand an apology from him…
Again, he was right. She hadn’t been by his side while he was making those sacrifices for her… The same couldn’t be said about Fiona, and she had even saved him back then… What if he now felt that Fiona loved him more than her…?
Her train of thought was finally cut short when she felt her arm getting nudged, followed by a voice that asked, “…Um… Miss…?”
Shaking her head, she turned to look at the woman before replying, “…Yes? Is there something I can help with…?”
…Had she not heard a word that they had said…? What’s more, she seemed extremely bothered… But what exactly could be bothering her? She was the enviable princess of Aplos! It seemed that the regular folk were never meant to understand first-world problems…
Shaking her head, the designer said in a professional tone, “Well… we were wondering if you liked your current style… Since you’ll be meeting a lot of high-profile people later, we’re sure you want to look your best, Miss. With that said, please tell us if there’s anything you’d like us to change.”
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