Andrewposed himself and responded in a serious tone, “Word has gotten out that I’ve been discharged from the hospital.
ording to the traditions, we should expect several visitors at the manor in theing days.
I’ll need your help to host them—perhaps for dinners or other social events.
”
“No problem,” I agreed promptly.
As Andrew’s nominal fiancee, it was indeed my duty.
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“I’m sorry.
The social customs of the witch n are quiteplex.
It looks like you might have a challenging time ahead,” Andrew said in an apologetic tone.
I gave a smile and replied, “That’s fine.
I’ve been growing restless at the Manor anyway.
Just let me know how I can help.
”
Relieved, Andrew exined further, “Visits within the witch ns are rather formal affairs.
You’ll need to wear formal attire when hosting thedies.
If the hostess is too casually dressed, our guests would think we look down on them.
I’ve arranged for some dresses to be delivered here; they should arrive shortly.
Why don’t youe downstairs and choose some?”
“Okay.
” I nodded and followed Andrew downstairs.
We settled on the living room sofa to wait for the dresses.
However, the dresses were dyed.
As I waited, my attention waned.
Turning my head, I noticed a few servants descending the stairs with several empty tes.
They had been cleaning my room.
A pang of nervousness struck me because Caleb and I had polished off all the food.
Catching my worried look, Andrew also nced at the empty tes, then eyed my stomach and remarked yfully, “It seems today’s breakfast was particrly to your liking.
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Thankfully, Andrew changed the subject away from breakfast.
Shortly after, a team of shop assistants from various luxury brands arrived, carrying theirtest dress designs.
The hall quickly filled with an array of opulent gowns.
Overwhelmed by thevish disy, I turned to Andrew in astonishment.
“Did you have them bring the
entire store here?”
Andrew’s smile was gentle as he replied, “I want only the best for you.
”
Feeling shy, I avoided his gaze for some time.
A shop assistant, catching on to my earlierment, chimed in with a cheerful grin, “Actually, we’ve brought a total of one hundred and eighty dresses.
That’s far more than what we disy in the store.
”
While I appreciated Andrew’s thoughtfulness, I didn’t want to make him feel ufortable.
So, I carefully selected a few dresses that were luxurious yet tasteful, keeping in mind the preferences of the witch ndies.
I then proceeded to try on the chosen dresses.
The shop assistant wasvish with praise.
“Madam, you look stunning in this dress.
Your figure is so ttering, anything would suit you perfectly.
You enhance the beauty of these dresses just by wearing them.
It’s as if these dresses were custom-made for you.
”
I felt a bit awkward receiving so manypliments, aware that their ttery was aimed at encouraging us to buy more clothes.