Villain, Let Me Touch You! - Chapter 84
I squeezed my thighs together, not wanting to reveal the imprint. It made me stand up straight, pulling the top of my head up.
“You have a straight posture. But your body is too thin.”
“A thin body can be covered with lace. How about preparing a dress with lots of lace?”
Demyr shook her head. “Excessive packaging is only for when the content is lacking. Prepare a dress that is simple yet glamorous, neat yet emphasizes femininity.”
All of that sounded like an oxymoron. I thought Donald would politely refuse Demyr’s request.
“You have excellent aesthetic sense! Fortunately, we have such a dress in our store.”
But Donald was a born merchant and design genius.
He whispered to a staff member, and shortly after, the staff member appeared with a dress in a color that had one drop of red dye mixed into white paint.
“Isn’t it too ordinary? The color is too modest.”
Demyr made a displeased expression. Donald chuckled as if he had anticipated her reaction.
“Is Your Majesty aware of my nickname?”
“Word is you’re called Scissorhands.”
“Yes, now I will show you why they call me Scissorhands. Get ready.”
The staff member draped the dress over me, and then he approached. Unlike before, his eyes and both hands were shining. His eyes were glowing with madness, and his hands were glowing with the scissors he was holding.
Suddenly, it felt like a horror movie.
As I nervously shifted my legs back, Donald said, “Don’t be afraid.”
He clashed the two scissors together as if sharpening the blades. I swallowed hard at the sinister sight. Was I about to meet my ancestors just for trying to get new clothes?
In the midst of my tightly closed throat, Donald’s scissors moved.
Snip, snip, snip, snip.
Fabric was being cut away, and soon after, Donald stepped back. He wiped the sweat beading on his forehead with the back of his hand and looked at Demyr.
“How do you find it, Your Majesty?”
He sounded very confident.
How much could a plain dress change with just a few snips of the scissors? I glanced at Demyr with little expectation. The corner of her lips twitched slightly.
What’s this? It’s like she’s seen something she doesn’t want to admit but can’t deny.
“I quickly worked my skills.”
“Not bad.”
It was a complete approval. Demyr’s reaction made me wonder. I shook my head, and a staff member appeared with a mirror my height.
The pale pink dress didn’t have any fancy patterns or lace, but the wavy cut of the hem and sleeves was very impressive.
And the backless design!
It’s daring.
Donald, who had approached me, laughed heartily. “I’ve never seen such a beautiful spine in all my years. It’s like seeing a fresh fish coming out of the sea. It’s alive and vibrant. This is what needs to be shown. To be a true embodiment of good posture.”
Donald was good at making clothes, but he was terrible at expressing himself.
At least I knew he liked my posture.
“Oh, uh, really?”
“But you’re still too skinny. Are you being properly taken care of in the palace?”
“Of course.”
I replied confidently. As Helios’ physician, I had emphasized getting enough sleep, eating well, and moderate exercise. Nothing changed about me just because I became the patient.
“Then the Prince’s Palace chefs aren’t up to par, huh? From now on, come to the Queen’s Palace for lunch.”
Demyr stated casually.
Demyr’s palace chefs were among the best in the empire. While the chefs at the Prince’s Palace were renowned, they couldn’t match those who cooked for the emperor or queen. To be able to eat the food prepared by those chefs, and for lunch every day!
In the past, I might have declined due to concerns about my health, but now that Demyr and I had grown closer, I saw no reason to refuse.
“Very well, Your Majesty.”
I quickly accepted her offer to take back what I had said.
“How do you not know how to say no?” The corners of Demyr’s mouth twitched.
“So, you don’t like it?” I asked.
Demyr’s firmly closed lips softened. “You seem to enjoy having lunch with me. You like me too much. Keep it in check.”
In truth, I liked Demyr’s chef over Demyr herself.
Demyr turned back to Donald.
“Prepare the finest items and bring them over.”
“Where should I deliver them to?”
“Obviously, to the Prince’s Palace. Haven’t I introduced her? Rienna is the prospective Crown Princess.”
The staff looked at each other and nodded; it seemed obvious that this story would find its way into social circles.
Demyr glanced around.
A satisfied smile spread across her face, as if everything had worked out just as it should.
It seemed that coming to D’s Dress Shop wasn’t just about buying clothes.
