Olivia paused at her door when she saw a familiar woman sitting in her room with a red and scowling face. Her three assistants were standing like wood behind her. Olivia blinked in confusion but an assistant noticed her and whispered to their mistress.
The woman glared at Olivia as if she wanted to skin her alive.
"My lady, you are finally here! I was just about to leave." she complained with a deep frown.
"If i had known, i would have co later." her frown grew deeper and she glared at olivia.
"What did you say?"
"Earlier! I ant i have co earlier. But madam Flaushia, what are you doing here? My sister would be in her chambers." looking at the confused girl, Flaushia snorted.
"Ha! As if I do not know that. I can not believe that her grace had requested to make a dress for you." she looked at Olivia with disdain, "though you have a great figure and looks, it is completely wasted on you. You do not have the charms of a woman and you do not even carry your clothes well. My na would be ruined by you." the more she spoke about it, the angrier she felt.
She glared at Olivia as if she wanted to kill the girl.
"You must learn how to walk properly. And how to carry your clothes too." Olivia looked at her dress in confusion. Was she not wearing her clothes properly? And what was wrong with her walk!?
She did not rember stumbling while walking or breaking things around her. She was not even feeble like other girls. She was a strong woman.
Looking at the confusion in her eyes, Falushia wanted to beat that girl.
"Forget it! Stress is harmful for . For now, let’s concentrate on your attire. What kind of dress you are wearing!" the woman scowled again. Too much anger for a person who was trying to control his stress!
Olivia shook her head and looked at her green dress. It was a long flowy dress with puffed sleeves. The dress did not even look faded or hand down for the won to scowl again.
"Green color did not suit you well. But apart from that, do not wear full necks, it will make your bust look heavier and caged. And who wears puffy sleeves these days?" Maybelline started at her assistant. The man moved at once and wrapped a asurent tape around Olivia’s waist.
Olivia stood straighter by the force. It felt strange to be asured. She only had dresses given by Oriana. Even in her past life when she was gone to the palace, Oriana had only passed her clothes. What changed this ti?
"Waist 26, chest 36.." a girl was noting down her asurent while the other assistant helped Falushia in checking the materials sent to her.
"This is insane! They want to make you beautiful with just pearls and gold. They should have sent eralds or at least peridots for you. If not, a fiery ruby would have created a perfect contrast! Oh well! Even though they might know the result, they did not want to spend much." hearing the pitiful monologue of the woman, Olivia was sure that she was being dressed up for Edward.
But why? They were not going to et soon. And even if they were..
"And I only have one week! Do you know how short it is to perform a miracle." the woman grieved again making Olivia frown.
A week from now? She did not rember anything eventful in a week. It would only be a month later when Damon would return horrifying Oriana.
And only then she would be sent to the palace to make Oriana’s position stronger!
"What is there in a week?" she asked softly, making Flaushia pause.
Flaushia turned to look at Olivia with narrowed and cold eyes.
"You are asking that? How clueless one could be? Are you even a woman? You should have taken birth as a man. Though I am not sure if you have the abilities to be one." Olivia coughed. Her face flushed.
But falushia only sneered.
"Do you know won are stronger than ? They think won only smile and use it as decoration. But they did not know, not all n go to war but every woman does.
Her sword is her smile, her charms, her clothes and her elegance. While her shields are her tears, her flushed cheeks and her looks. It could save her from any disaster and wound her opponents but only having weapons did not an you would win. You must know how to wield them. And as I said, your weapons are a waste to you. Tell , Olivia.. Do you have no ambition, no desire for your future?"
Looking at the cold eyes staring at Olivia, Olivia felt sothing move inside her chest! She did not have ambition? She had the greatest ambition! She wanted to live! She had no desire? What a joke! She desires to overthrow her sister’s dominance. She wanted to change the kids fate and she wanted to..
"Look at the fairness of your eyes. I hope you would not mind when I leave Jane to help you for a week." Olivia blinked! Huh!?
The girl noted down her asurents before raising her head and smiled but the smirk on her face told Olivia otherwise.
Falushia clapped her hands and pointed at the materials for Olivia’s dress.
"Alright, we do not have much ti left. Carry everything well." She turned to look at Olivia. "We will et in a week. I hope you do not beco a disaster."
"....." looking at the haughty woman leaving, Olivia wanted to cry that she was not a disaster. But she felt Jane staring at her with interest.
"So, you are left here to teach how to yield my weapons. Right? But may I know what is there in a week?"
"You do not know, my lady? You are going to compete to be the second princess!"
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