Is this what they call a princess dress? Except for the exquisite embroidery on the hemline, there's nothing particularly special about it. It's just like a high-end evening gown!
I had just entered the grand hall, dragging a golden strapless gown behind me, when Lionel rushed into the grand hall in a hurry. He eagerly pulled me into his arms, but upon seeing Barnett there as well, he quickly let go and respectfully knelt on one knee. His voice, neither humble nor arrogant, echoed through the grand hall.
"Greetings, Your Majesty. Thank you for taking Margie in!"
Though he had bowed his head respectfully, he couldn't help but glance up at his father, seemingly surprised by Barnett's transformation. "Your Majesty, your hair and clothes…"
