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  The next day around 11 am, Miss Mastas came to see me with a broad smile, probably because she received my letter.

  “Your Highness!”


  She raised a hand and waved but lowered it quickly at Rose’s sharp look.

  But she was still smiling. She was a very cheerful young lady.

  However, she was not the only visitor.

  “Ah, Your Highness. I ran into them on my way here.”


  With that said, Miss Mastas quickly stepped aside. Behind her I could see a row of people holding large boxes.

  “Your Highness, it is an honor to meet you. I am the best designer in the Western Kingdom, McLinnan.”


  The person standing at the doorway in front of me introduced herself with great honor, rummaged around in her bag, pulled out a magazine, and held it out.

  Miss Mastas handed me the magazine. As I flipped through it, on the third page of the magazine, I saw a portrait of her face, her name, and the name of her store, among others.

  With the qualification of…… the best.

  While I was puzzled, she smiled and asked with the same expression as in the portrait.

  “His Highness Heinley ordered me to make your wedding dress, wedding reception dress, and some other dresses. If I may, can I come in?”


  “Go ahead.”


  Designer McLinnan entered as I granted her permission, followed by the number of people holding boxes.

  In addition to the boxes, I also saw clothing racks covered with a large cloth.

  Designer McLinnan rubbed her hands together, looked me up and down, and beamed,

  “Good. Very good.”


  “?”


  “I was instructed to make Your Highness the most glamorous wedding dress. I was a little worried that the dress would be so flashy that people will turn away. But I think Your Highness will look spectacular.”


  Smiling to the point where her mouth seemed longer, she opened a box, pulled out five thick albums and confidently exclaimed,

  “I’ll make you a dazzling and sparkly dress!”