For so reason, we were able to board the carriage without trouble.
I was certain that the owner thought we were noble ladies. Anyone could tell that the ornants we carried were expensive.
I turned my attention to Vian, who was sitting in front of with a good figure.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that I had never seen anyone look so good in a red dress.
But he never looked at himself after he changed his clothes.
What a sha, even though he looked so stunning.
If I were Vian, I would look in the mirror all day long. It would give a huge confidence boost.
“Is there sothing on my face?”
I was staring way too much. He gave a questioning look.
“You have good eyes, nose, and a well shaped mouth.”
“That’s not what I’m asking you.”
“…Why didn’t you look at yourself after you dressed up?”
Vian was tight-lipped about my question. The carriage rattled and shook, probably due to the rough road.
Vian said sothing at the sa ti. He probably thought I didn’t hear him, but I heard him say, “I can wait until later.”
What did he an? Did he want soone else to see it before him?
I was wondering if it was okay to bring this up. But I knew Vian didn’t want to hear him say that.
Maybe it would be better not to pursue it too deeply.
There was silence in the carriage for a while, and Vian seed to be thinking about sothing as he kept looking outside.
Since we were going to town, all dressed up, I wanted to have a nice talk with him….
As we were getting closer and closer to town, he slowly started speaking.
“What do you think I say when I place an order for a dress to be tailored?”
I froze. He didn’t look at , but kept staring outside.
…I hadn’t thought about it… it would be difficult to make a dress that would fit Vian’s fra.
It would be different from making a dress for so noble young lady. Vian was beautiful, and the dress would look good on him, but he was a man.
They had to get the asurents right….
Perhaps sensing that I was at a loss for words, he continued.
“When I was little, I used to enter the shops wearing a woman’s dress. So, it was easy to acquire a dress and say it was a gift for a girl. But as my body grew, won’s dresses didn’t fit anymore. So, I went to town myself and negotiated with dress designers.”
“Vivian went there herself?”
“Yes…I t soone there. He looked like a terrible person, but he made the best dress. He didn’t look down on when I said I would wear the dress. He believed that there were no bad people who loved dresses.”
Vian was happy as he told the story.
“Why did you think he was a bad person?”
“…He never condemned , but he never looked at in my dress. When I asked why, that person said he didn’t want to see in my dress. I’m uncertain if he thought the dress he made was the best he could make and wouldn’t look good on , or if he simply didn’t want to see , a man in a dress because he didn’t want to feel uncomfortable… So, I will show up in front of that person dressed in what, I think, is my most beautiful outfit. Until then, I won’t look at myself. “
Vian’s face was reflected in the carriage window. There was a reflection of his impatient expression.
“Are you afraid of being rejected?”
He locked his eyes with mine.
“No matter how many complints people give on the way I look, I will never be confident about it, you know? That is, until I am recognized by that person who has been my emotional support for so long.”
“…And if it was rejected?”
Vian glared at . I returned it with a smile.
“I can’t wait to et that person and have them be floored by Vivian’s beauty.”
Vian gave a puzzled look.
“I’d rather have Vivian look at the red gem in front of a mirror than that designer.”
After a pause, Vian’s face broke into a smile.
“Ah, jeez, I’m really no match for you, Alicia.”
That’s my line!
It was frustrating, but Vian was better at his job than I was.
I was the one who got to see him work, up close and personal, so there was no doubt about it.
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