The Author And Her Protagonist

Cheryl grumbled her way back to her small house. Cursing herself, she should remember that the princesses had to attend the main banquet at night. She wouldn’t stay up all night sewing clothes if she remembered.

“How unlucky… how unfortunate…” Cheryl sings sadly as she chews on peanuts.

Cheryl wasted no time in putting the food on the dressing table and jumping into bed as soon as she got home. She was determined to sleep all day in order to repay the debt incurred by staying up late the night before. She didn’t want her sluggish expression at the party tonight. Although Cheryl wasn’t particularly concerned with appearances, she couldn’t be so careless.

Cheryl slept soundly the entire day.

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Princess Yvette’s room was the most lively and bustling, in contrast to Cheryl’s serenity. The maids came in and out carrying jewelery boxes, each of which was exquisite. Not to mention that the fashion designer brought a slew of dresses for the princess to try on.

Princess Yvette was standing in front of a row of dresses. They were all lovely, but Yvette didn’t seem to be satisfied.

The designer standing nearby couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat. In any case, if the princess is unhappy with her gown, her social standing will suffer greatly. Even a single word of dissatisfaction from the princess would jeopardise her career.

Princess Yvette turned around with a sour expression, just as the designer had predicted.

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Her personal maid was quick. Evict the designer and her team, as well as their dresses, immediately. “Bring the next one,” the maid said.

Then another design team arrived. The dresses were placed in front of the princess one by one, in a row with roughly the same number as the previous ones.

The dresses were chosen by Yvette. They are lovely and to her liking. “Are these Moier’s designs?” she inquired.

Moier, the designer, took a step forward and bowed in front of Yvette.

“You are correct, Your Highness.”

Yvette gave a nod. She picked out a dress and tried it on. It was a perfect fit for her size, emphasising her sexiness without being vulgar. As if this dress was custom-made for her.

“It is appropriate, Your Highness. This gown brings out your best features.” Moier praised her professional abilities.

“Moier has sound judgement,” the Princess responded.

“It’s not my good judgement; it’s you being the most beautiful.”

Princess Yvette beamingly smiled. She is aware of her beauty. She would be happier if she heard people compliment her beauty.

Princess Yvette motioned with her hand for her trusted maid to purchase all of the dresses Moier had brought.

After selecting a gown, it is time to select jewellery. Tiaras, earrings, necklaces, and rings are all available as accessories. Princess Yvette surveyed the gold and diamonds on display, casually pointing out the most extravagant tiaras, earrings, necklaces, rings, and bracelets.

That’s how Princess Yvette’s preparations for tonight’s banquet are going. She wanted to be the most beautiful and stand out in order to catch Edgar’s attention. Even though she was aware, there was no better candidate for marriage than her.

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The sun set, leaving a warm golden glow behind. The afternoon breeze can be a little chilly on the skin.

Luxury horse-drawn carriages began to arrive around this time. Each has the characteristics of the mansion in which they reside.

The young ladies exited the carriage one by one. The dresses they wear are very attractive. When they walk, the movement of the waist causes the skirt to gently swing. Their faces were beautifully made up, making their smiles even more endearing.

The men, on the other hand, do not suffer in terms of appearance. The young masters arrived, gallantly dismounting their horses.

The present guests began to fill the Zizvalley Hall, while maids in black and white accented clothing circled here and there serving the nobles present at the banquet.

A small, very peaceful residence was hidden behind the bustle of excitement in Zizvailles palace, some distance away in the palace’s backyard. The owner is still hesitant to leave the fantasy world. Until she began to hear music coming from the palace.

Cheryl jerked awake, terrified.

“What? Why is there already music playing? Have you ever been to a dance?”

Cheryl arose from her bed. She walked over to the window and looked out. It was, indeed, already dark. But it shouldn’t be this late, should it?

Cheryl washed her face, put on her dress, and styled her hair in a hurry, armed with her own guess. She was finished in under thirty minutes. How wonderful!

Cheryl took the invitation and tucked it into her skirt pocket. Oh, and before that, she altered her dress and added hidden pockets. It would be more convenient than carrying a small bag around. Claudia, after all, doesn’t have that thing called a bag, so that’s how it is.

Cheryl dashed to the palace after double-checking that the invitation hadn’t fallen. She reasoned that it didn’t matter if she wasn’t recognised or invited to line up with the Princesses; what mattered was that she could eat her fill. Cheryl came to the royal banquet with a lot of zeal. If the king found out, he might swear to her half-death.

That was the original plan. She was taken aback when she arrived at the palace hall.

First and foremost, the palace hall’s decoration is exquisite. The ornaments, carvings on the pillars, and the bright, jewel-like stained glass in the three to four-meter high windows. Even the ceiling above the hall is breathtaking. Everything is painted, and the painting looks like a sophisticated camera portrait. Very well done. This is what is known as aesthetic perfection when combined with a luxurious crystal chandelier.

Second, the beautiful clothes the young ladies wore made her unable to take her gaze away from them. Elegant, sexy, dignified, fresh, and luxurious all come together in a way that is difficult to explain. Their hair and make-up are also flawless. Cheryl, as a young woman and a beautiful worshipper, couldn’t help but tremble when she saw all of that.

Third, the noblemen here are all very attractive! Cheryl is unable to articulate why. In any case, their faces appeared to be meticulously chiselled and polished. The chin, nose, lips, eyes, and brows are all perfectly formed. Their body shape also appears to be dashing and manly. The men passing by each had their own distinct scent. Oh, how ideal. Fortunately, this is not the case in the real world; otherwise, the plastic surgeon would be out of work.

Cheryl sighed, defeated. In her own world, she discovered what is known as perfection. And she was stuck in it. Even if only for a brief moment, she would have been grateful to have witnessed all of this beauty.

Cheryl is always amazed and pays no attention to her surroundings. People were staring at her so strangely that she didn’t realise it. Cheryl herself was very shabby among the beauties of the nobles in the hall. Even the maid’s uniform was far superior to hers.

It was too late for Cheryl to realise. Beautiful young women and handsome men with contemptuous expressions looked at her. Cheryl felt herself shrinking tens of times smaller as she watched them all isolate herself with stares and scorn.

Someone suddenly tapped her on the shoulder from behind.

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