Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister - Volume 1 Chapter 63

Chapter 63: A Villainess Young Lady Naturally Only Wears Haute Couture

 

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Lavendia was wearing a bathrobe, with a towel on her head, holding a cup of fragrant hot tea, as Claire sat her down at the dressing table.

 

The mighty protagonist with cheat abilities was being thoroughly arranged.

 

The maids lined up in a queue, carrying various colorful dresses in succession for Claire to choose from.

 

Claire casually picked up a blue-purple Lolita dress and held it against Lavendia to compare.

 

One glance showed it wouldn’t fit, the shoulders were too narrow… So my own size is this small?

 

“Next one!”

 

Beth stepped forward, carrying a fluffier cake-like dress in gosling yellow.

 

This dress would barely cover Claire’s thighs, but on Lavendia… it wouldn’t cover anything at all!

 

Moreover, the style didn’t match Sister Lavendia at all, completely unsuitable!

 

Claire clicked her tongue and carelessly tossed this little dress aside as well.

 

“Next one!”

 

Two maids walked forward together carrying a heavy layered formal dress, the one with a skirt like a large vase from before.

 

A long dress… might look good?

 

Claire thought for a moment and said: “Sister, try this one on, quickly quickly, we’re running out of time.”

 

Lavendia had no reason to refuse, obediently stood up to accept it, and began putting it on.

 

Complicated petticoat, underskirt, one layer, outer layer, then another layer.

 

Layer after layer.

 

Who could tell if this was putting on a dress or making a mille-feuille.

 

Lavendia felt herself being wrapped layer by layer in fabric, completely uncomfortable.

 

So Claire has to wear such troublesome dresses every day…

 

Her gaze toward Claire carried a hint of sympathy.

 

After several minutes of torture, the mille-feuille was fresh out of the oven.

 

The result was that the shoulder width and waist weren’t suitable, too tight. But fortunately the underskirt’s elastic could be adjusted, so it barely counted as wearable.

 

However, the buttons on the bodice couldn’t be fastened no matter what.

 

Even if forced closed, they would quickly pop open, ultimately leaving the soft white cleavage exposed.

 

This dress is so white, no that’s not it, these buttons are so big, that’s not it either…

 

No no Claire what are you thinking!

 

Claire shook her head, forcibly removing the colored parts from her mind.

 

She stepped back two paces and scrutinized Lavendia with a critical eye.

 

Lavendia’s silver hair was noble, her bearing elegant.

 

Wearing this type of grand dress with a large petticoat naturally looked beautiful, like a graceful princess from a fairy tale.

 

Although because the size didn’t fit, Sister seemed to be holding her breath constantly, looking somewhat pained, but this dress did look better than the others, and was suitable for wearing to a ball.

 

Should… suggest Sister endure it and make do?

 

Claire was hesitating.

 

Lavendia turned around in front of the mirror and met Claire’s gaze.

 

The tall and stunningly beautiful silver-haired young lady, forced to wear an ill-fitting dress, chest exposed, hair still wet, was beautiful indeed, but somehow felt like she’d been forcibly stuffed into a multi-layered sack.

 

She didn’t say anything, just looked somewhat helpless.

 

Claire gazed at those clear purple-colored eyes, but suddenly felt… somewhat irritated.

 

Even though it clearly doesn’t fit, should we force Sister to wear it just for others to see?

 

Sister is already very beautiful. Clothes should serve as decoration, to complement or amplify Sister’s beauty, not be constraints forcing Sister to accommodate the dress.

 

Not to mention this size…

 

Claire glanced again at Lavendia’s forcibly exposed chest.

 

…So annoying.

 

Having Sister specifically exposed for others to see, so annoying.

 

I refuse to believe there aren’t other options!

 

Claire gritted her teeth and said loudly: “Go get more dresses! Bring some looser ones, quickly!”

 

“Yes, yes!”

 

The maids rushed out in a flurry, then quickly returned carrying more of Claire’s formal dresses, like assembly line workers presenting options for Claire to choose from.

 

This one won’t do.

 

This one won’t do either.

 

This one also…!

 

The clock ticked tock tock.

 

Before long, Claire collapsed against the full-length mirror, genuine feelings unconsciously flowing out—

 

“Why is it like this…!”

 

The room was already strewn with elegant formal dresses thrown directly on the floor. The maids stepped around them as if avoiding puddles after rain.

 

Each piece of haute couture crystallized the inspiration and dedication of designers and tailors.

 

Each piece perfectly fit Young Lady Claire’s figure, each piece beautiful from different angles.

 

However, none of them suited Lavendia.

 

Either the style didn’t match, the atmosphere wasn’t right.

 

Or these sleeves were too short, that shoulder width or dress length wasn’t suitable.

 

Most often the bust size difference was too great… what fit Claire perfectly wouldn’t button up on Lavendia.

 

Claire felt her self-esteem was somewhat wounded.

 

Even though she and Lavendia were about the same age, how could their development be so different?

 

Claire looked in the mirror and lowered her head full of resentment, touching her own chest.

 

Damn it, I hate that I’m petite.

 

Because she was petite, her wardrobe didn’t even have a single chest binder, since it wasn’t needed…

 

Though she didn’t want Lavendia to wear a chest binder anyway.

 

The dress she herself was wearing was already uncomfortable enough, she didn’t want Lavendia to endure such pain too.

 

Therefore, Claire’s resentment was mainly directed at the clothes sizes.

 

Look at all these formal dresses covering the bed, floor, and entire room.

 

So many clothes, so many!

 

How could it be!

 

Not a single one!

 

Was a standard size!

 

Claire collapsed and grabbed Lily’s collar, shaking her.

 

“Why are they all custom-tailored to my measurements, why! I need standard sizes…!”

 

Lily swayed back and forth, pitifully answering: “Young, young, young, young Lady, you are the daughter of the Grendel family, of course your clothes, your clothes must be custom made…”

 

Damn it!

 

I hate you wasteful capitalists!

 

Claire angrily released Lily and turned to glare fiercely at Lavendia.

 

“Then what about Sister’s own clothes! Are there any presentable ones!”

 

Lavendia calmly replied: “I have some long-sleeved pants, they’re very comfortable.”

 

“…”

 

Claire felt somewhat about to collapse.

 

How could Sister make a dazzling entrance at the ball now!

 

In the original story, Lavendia wore a stunning dress, enchanting the entire city with one dance, capturing everyone’s hearts.

 

But now without the dress, it was clearly going to be judged as a plot deviation… how could they get the plot back on track?

 

If Lavendia really went wearing coarse cloth, would they have to promote “We Grendels are recently practicing austerity and reducing expenses”…

 

Too far-fetched!

 

Claire was brainstorming.

 

If her own clothes won’t work, should they try Mother’s clothes?

 

But Mother’s room wasn’t marked on the map, probably defaulted as unexplorable.

 

Moreover time was already running out, they’d wasted too much time trying on clothes, what to do?

 

“Standard size, please, give me standard size…” Claire muttered.

 

“Um…”

 

Lily hesitated for a moment, then carefully said: “Young Lady.”

 

“Speak quickly!”

 

“Our maid uniforms are standard sized…”

 

As soon as the words fell, the air in the room seemed to freeze for an instant.

 

Claire.jpg frozen

 

Lavendia silently glanced at Claire, discovering that Claire had suspiciously blushed.

 

She was actually considering the feasibility of having Lavendia wear a maid uniform…

 

And her brain had automatically started imagining it, Claire felt guilty.

 

Although, but still.

 

Hehe.

 

If Sister wore a maid uniform…

 

A silver-haired beauty with cool dignity and graceful figure, wearing cat ear accessories, dressed in black and white lace-trimmed maid uniform, holding milk pudding, gently raising her eyes toward the camera, softly saying: “Young Lady, please enjoy.”

 

Hehe.

 

About to start drooling.

 

“…Ahem.”

 

Lavendia timely cleared her throat, breaking Claire’s imagination.

 

She said: “I don’t think it’s appropriate.”

 

Claire immediately came to her senses, hastily agreeing: “Right, not appropriate!”

 

Let’s not imagine for now, although I want to see Sister in a maid uniform, I don’t want Sister to wear it for others to see.

 

Moreover the ball is urgent, this isn’t the time to play dress-up games!

 

Claire solemnly said: “Although I really want to see it, let’s forget it.”

 

…You really did want to see it?

 

Lavendia’s gaze toward Claire suddenly became somewhat strange.

 

The Young Lady has quite a peculiar taste.

 

Maid uniform… is it?

 

Lavendia silently made a note.