The snowflakes coating her figure transformed into a resplendent, white robe. But that wasn't what stunned Versailles. The delicate petals of each fold of the robe was what took her breath away.
The white robe with tens of folds was crafted out of delicate, snow-white, flower petals. Fragrant, light, and soft to the touch, each petal stretched to her toe and had cravings of intricate designs on them that glowed and shifted under the chandelier.
"So beautiful!"
Versailles admitted. She was in love with the dress.
In all her previous three lives, she had never worn or seen such a wonder.
"You like it?" Seeing his mate's shining eyes, Ramose faintly smiled.
As long as she was happy, those performers would be rewarded splendidly.
"Ramose, I love it!" Turning her shiny eyes to the leader of the performing troupe, she lifted a fold of the petal dress and hurriedly asked.
