Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister - Volume 1 Chapter 55

Chapter 55: Beauty Must Always Be Accompanied by Pain

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Today is sunny, good for going out, getting married, holding parties, and changing styles.

No, our fantasy world setting doesn’t rely on checking the old almanac before going out.

Anyway, today is the day of the Aldrich family’s evening banquet.

Before dawn, the Grendel household was already bustling with activity.

“You can do it, Young Lady Claire!”

“Take another breath…! Inhale!”

“We’re about to achieve the perfect effect!”

Claire trembled as she stretched out her arms to hold onto the dressing table, tears welling up in her eyes as she took a deep breath, opening her mouth to shout—

The maids seized the opportunity to forcefully pull the corset strings, distorting Claire’s curse as it left her mouth.

“F—!!”

“No more, no more… I’m going to die!! My waist is going to break in half!!!”

Anna stood behind Claire, tightly gripping the strings, even placing one foot on the stool for better leverage, as if she were participating in a tug-of-war rather than helping Claire put on a corset.

Claire was in considerable pain, and this loyal maid didn’t seem to be faring much better.

Her eyes were red-rimmed and she was sweating profusely, yet she gritted her teeth and shouted: “Young Lady, Young Lady, hang in there! Today is our important day, we absolutely cannot lose face!”

“Forget about face, this is about possibly losing my life…!!”

Claire was about to lose the tug-of-war match.

She felt her internal organs were being compressed to the point of displacement by the strings, her vision darkening, leaving no room to appreciate the dreamy and cute formal dress in the mirror.

Was it an illusion? She seemed to see her great-grandmother waving from heaven…

They said it was custom-made according to my measurements… why…!

Maid Lily cautiously said: “Head Maid Anna, Head Maid Anna, you’re pulling too hard, the strings don’t need to be this tight…”

“What do you know!”

Anna, with her 60 favorability rating and bloodshot eyes: “Young Lady Claire’s waist is so slim, we must tie the strings as tight as possible to maximize her charm!”

Claire was too choked up to speak.

This is why you shouldn’t have crazy fans, when the favorability rating is too high, it really becomes terrifying, brother!

Anna withstood the pressure, pulled hard a few more times on the already tightest strings, and quickly tied several beautiful bows.

Claire’s waist was cinched into an extremely beautiful line, so slender it seemed as if it could break with a single grasp.

Below the slim waist was a puffy, snow-white petticoat, like clouds or cotton candy, comfortable and soft, making it almost impossible to distinguish what fabric it was made from.

The petticoat supported the dress’s puffy silhouette, with several layers of dreamy champagne-colored gauze covering the outside.

Aurora had made many adjustments to Claire’s dress style, and the completed version wasn’t just simply cute, but had undergone numerous modifications to better suit her temperament.

This formal dress didn’t have cumbersome large skirts, the length still only reached above the knee, allowing Claire’s slender and beautiful calves to show.

The top maintained an off-shoulder design, with white silk supporting Claire’s smooth, round shoulders, and lace trim outlining her straight collarbones.

Around her neck, she wore sparkling star-shaped jewelry made with gems that matched her eye color.

The lace trim on the chest, the edges of the white silk gloves, and the hem of the skirt were all decorated with crushed gems, quite luxurious but not excessively flashy, and certainly not tacky.

Wearing white silk stockings, her calf lines were accentuated by high heels, graceful and beautiful like a young deer.

The skirt hem was decorated with star pendants, and golden ribbon bows were tied at the neck and back…

Noble, elegant, and cute like a well-dressed doll.

What a dreamy, elegant, and adorable noble young lady!

— If only she could breathe properly.

Was it beautiful? It was exchanged with life.

Hehe.

Being a girl is really hard…

Since it was an important banquet, she needed a little makeup as well.

Claire weakly closed her eyes to endure the maids’ fussing.

With this light makeup, her already delicate and jade-like face appeared even more adorably pretty.

The maids serving at her side all took a step back, secretly admiring the Young Lady’s beauty while whispering in their team voice chat:

Young Lady Claire is so beautiful… we usually can’t tell because she’s too fierce.

Setting aside everything else, her face is really stunning, truly too cute!

Shh, shh! Young Lady Claire gets angry when praised for being cute, she’s gotten angry about it before!

Why? How can compliments make her angry?

I know, I know! I heard that Young Lady Claire harbors secret feelings for the Aldrich family’s young master Perin, but he only sees the Young Lady as a little sister…

Oh, there’s such a thing? How explosive!

Oh oh, I get it, the Young Lady doesn’t want to be a little sister, so she doesn’t like being called cute, she prefers being called sexy, right?

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Claire opened her eyes to answer, coughing once from the powder on her face: “Cough cough… who is it?”

“It’s me, Lavendia.”

The cool female voice outside the door was muffled by the door panel, making it unclear.

“I’ve come… to go downstairs with you…”

What did she say?

Claire couldn’t hear clearly: “Anna, go open the door and let sister come in to speak.”

Anna, who was doing Claire’s hair, pursed her lips and unwillingly put down the comb, dragging her feet to open the door.

Behind her, the maids still couldn’t give up their gossip, silently exchanging glances.

Hey, this isn’t right, didn’t you say the Young Lady doesn’t like being treated as a little sister?

I don’t know, maybe Young Lady Lavendia is an exception.

That’s not right either, shouldn’t Young Lady Claire strongly oppose Young Lady Lavendia?

Who am I supposed to ask about that?

The door opened.

Lavendia, who had also changed into her formal dress, walked in slowly: “The Madam sent me over to see how things are going here and to accompany Young Lady Claire downstairs.”

Claire’s eyes lit up: “Sister, good morning!”

Lavendia’s formal dress, in comparison, didn’t differ much from the initial version, still following a sexy style with a black sleeveless fitted evening gown.

The difference was that this time Lavendia had her silver hair up in a bun, revealing her slender neck.

The dress fabric was also more high-end, not pure black but subtly shimming with fine silver light, as if a piece of night sky dotted with stars had been pulled down and made into a dress.

However, probably because when Claire helped measure the size, she accidentally wrote Lavendia’s bust measurement a bit smaller, the dress’s chest area seemed… a bit tight.

Her soft chest was already generously sized, and now being tightly wrapped in black fabric, it seemed even more prominent, maximizing the visual impact.

Claire’s eyes were fixed straight ahead.

“…Good morning, Young Lady Claire.”

Lavendia politely responded, raising her head to look at Claire as well.

The young lady was bathed in morning light, glowing from head to toe.

If one were to use a metaphor to describe it.

Lavendia’s formal dress was understated, elegant, and sexy, with a mature lady style, complementing her temperament, making her like a mandrake flower quietly blooming in the moonlight of the night.

While Claire now had her golden hair cascading to her waist, her little formal dress particularly dreamy, the white silk stockings and champagne-colored gauze skirt complementing each other perfectly.

Adding the star decorations and golden gem pendants made her look… particularly radiant.

However, even wearing such an eye-catching dress, Lavendia still thought Claire’s eyes were more beautiful.

Stars?

They truly suited her.

Lavendia remained silent for several seconds.

She extended her hand to Anna: “May I have the comb? I’ll help the Young Lady with her hair.”