Chapter 64 - Where Have I Seen This Before? (2) (1/2)

Once she sorted out the items that arrived at the mansion, she catalogued twenty dresses and five boxes of jewels. To prevent the clothes from becoming creased they would be placed in the dressing room, and in the meanwhile Elena opened the third jewelry box. She rubbed her fingertips against her forehead.

‘…I cannot believe this man.’

She couldn’t afford to look unattractive at the ball, but Carlisle’s gifts were too much. As Elena ruminated with her headache, Mirabelle was continually singing her admiration as she arranged the dresses.

“Look, sister. It’s so pretty.”

She swooned at the vivid colors and detailed decorations, alive with unique designs. While she loved the dresses from Anco’s Tailors, it couldn’t compare it to the dresses that arrived at the mansion. The dresses made at the tailor shop were fit for any noble to wear, but these were elegant costumes fit for any royal family member. They were the proper amount of splendor as well. Too showy could appear too tacky; too little, too plain; but the aesthetic of the dresses were perfectly balanced.

One dress drew attention to the chest, while another had a rich hem on its skirt. Mirabelle was stunned at the variety and murmured wonderingly to herself.

“…So beautiful. It’s like they’re from the Freegrand Kingdom, the holy land of fashion.”

Elena did not answer, unsure of the origin of the dresses. However, if Carlisle met the Kingdom of Freegrand in battlefield, then surely these would be the spoils. He must be extremely wealthy having acquired so many riches from war.

‘…Should I return them?’

The problem was that Elena and Mirabelle had nothing else to wear for the ball. Furthermore, Carlisle gave her a condition in exchange for these dresses.

– Whatever I send, you can’t say anything against it.

Carlisle must’ve known her thoughts.

“…Huuu.”

Elena let out a frustrated sigh. Mirabelle, who was still soaking in the gifts, pranced up to Elena.

“So who sent you all of these?”

“Ah, well…He’s so timid he doesn’t really like to reveal who he his.”

Elena managed to evade answering and smiled stiffly, while Mirabelle replied with a radiant expression.

“I think he likes you!”

“…What? No way.”

“Huh? How do you know that? You don’t send all these dresses to someone you don’t like.”

Mirabelle didn’t mean anything deep, but Elena realized a new possibility. She appreciated that Carlisle was so nice to her, but she never thought of it in those terms.

‘…Surely not.’