Silky straight pitch black hair, delicate eyelashes framing a pair of magenta pupils, and rosy lips - no doubt, standing before me now is that crossdressing woman from before.
"So, you're this Lillian Daffodil..." she started, voice gruffly.
By then, I know that we already recognized each other. She really shouldn't be acting so grumpy since she's the one who forced me into an alley back then, though. I only wanted to confirm that she's the crossdresser that time. She has no reason to be like this.
"My name's Alessandra, daughter of Baron Pierre. I work here as my father's associate designer and instructor," she continued, lacking ebullience.
We're now sitting across from each other inside the office which turns out to be hers. She's dressed in a white duffle coat and a turquoise crinolette dress underneath. She also wears a teal top hat, a pair of black gloves, and green stiletto heels. Even with just a single glance, it's easy to know that she's a noble lady.
