Chapter 137 - I Can’t Stop Him (2) (1/2)

Elena, concerned that Mirabelle skipped breakfast to work on the wedding dress, placed various easy-to-eat foods on a silver plate and went straight to her room. No matter how important the wedding was, it was nowhere near as valuable as Mirabelle. Elena knocked on the door, but the sound of the sewing machine continued unabated. Elena called out in a loud voice.

“Mirabelle, come out for a second.”

Elena heard the sound of footsteps thumping, and after a moment the door opened, revealing Mirabelle’s smiling face.

“Oh, you’re here?”

“You don’t have to work so hard to the point you skip meals.”

“But it’s my sister’s wedding, and I want to do my best.”

Mirabelle’s generosity was extraordinary, but Elena didn’t want her sister to collapse from exhaustion. She held out the silver plate she had brought with her.

“Eat a little while you work.”

“Alright. Why don’t you come in and have a look?”

Elena nodded, and went inside the room with Mirabelle.

“Are you almost done?”

“Yes, I’m sorry that it’s so late. When the artist’s spirit burns so suddenly, it’s like your hands can’t stop, right?”

Mirabelle gave an apologetic smile, and Elena gave her own smile in return. She was grateful to be in Mirabelle’s care.

“I hope you will like it. It’s not complete yet, but have a look.”

Mirabelle led Elena by the hand towards a mannequin. When Elena’s gaze fell on the dress, her eyes widened and she stopped walking.

“Mirabelle, this is…”

She couldn’t bring herself to speak. Madame Mitchell had praised Mirabelle as a genius, but Elena didn’t realize it was to this extent. She couldn’t help but be in awe with the genius of her sister as soon as she saw the dress.

It was stunning. Gold patterns were delicately woven through the fabric. Anyone who wore it, Elena or not, would instantly become the most beautiful bride. Elena had a different sensation from when she first saw the dress in Madame Mitchell’s shop. She really did feel like she was looking at a work of art.

“…This is incredible. How did you come up with this?”

Elena stared at the dress admiringly, Mirabelle looked relieved.

“It was only an idea, and Madame Mitchell’s help and experience helped me a lot. It wouldn’t be complete without brother-in-law’s financial help either.”

“Brother-in-law? You mean Caril?”

When the Prince’s name unexpectedly came up, Elena turned to Mirabelle with wide eyes. Mirabelle began to explain slowly, looking like a child about to be scolded.

“I wanted to make the dress more extravagant than it already was, so the price of the materials was very high. Do you see how the skirt shines?”

“Yes.”

“Actually…that’s all diamonds.”

“What?”