"Is it really okay?" The young maid was surprised by Mr. Laine's generosity.
"It really is." Laine nodded repeatedly, "As my maid, you should have a few good outfits, right? At least, if I attend a banquet and don't have anyone available, you could accompany ."
"By the way, we can take your asurents and tailor a few maid outfits for you. Your current maid outfit doesn't fit well." Alia's maid outfit was borrowed from Catherine, Veronica's apprentice, who is about 1.68 ters tall, making her maid outfit not a good fit for Alia, whose skirt hem frequently touches the ground.
Alia hesitated for quite a while, unable to refuse. At eighteen, a girl naturally loves beauty and dressing up. She beca a rcenary for survival, but she wasn't like this before she beca one.
As they walked out of the tailor shop, Alia's appearance was completely transford. Her white princess long dress with ruffled shoulders paired with creamy-white princess shoes, her pink legs clad in white stockings. Her cute and delicate face was flush with red, and her pretty large eyes occasionally glanced at Laine. Due to the cold weather, the girl tightened the black mink coat around her, exhaling a breath of cold air, feeling joyful. She truly felt that the Winter Festival had arrived, the footsteps of the festival not only approached her side but also reached her heart. The rightful source is novel⚑fire
Until Laine's emotionless words ca through.
"Alia, your taste in fashion, your eye for selecting clothes, and your skills in matching accessories are simply not sothing an ordinary rcenary could possess." Laine's eyes flickered with a strange light as he halted, looking directly at Alia, "Without years of courtly education, no girl would have this ability. You can deceive Blood Axe's rcenaries and can deceive Veronica, but you can't deceive ."
Alia's previously flushed face instantly turned as white as snow.
He's testing ! He's trying to probe using this thod!!! The girl instinctively stepped back two steps, her slightly heeled princess shoes crunching on the snow. She suddenly realized she had beco a bit overconfident, relaxing her guard unintentionally in the warm environnt Laine had created.
This man is terrifying! Alia instinctively reached for her waist, only to find her sword was left at ho and not brought out.
Laine approached Alia step by step, causing the girl to retreat continuously, until Laine reached out his hand towards her.
"So let's head ho! My little maid! Alfred is coming soon; we need to prepare a sumptuous turkey feast!" Laine said with a smile, indicating it was ti to go ho.
"Huh? Mr. Laine, you're not... you're not going to drive away? You're not going to ask who I really am?" Alia said, incredulous, feeling both guilty and grateful for Laine's tolerance.
"Everyone has their own secrets, things they can't tell others. You have yours, and I have mine." Laine shook his head self-mockingly and then turned to Alia, "You're my maid, right?"
"Yes! I'm Mr. Laine's maid!"
"Then that's enough. Let's go ho, or we won't have ti to make the turkey feast!" Laine deliberately put on a sad expression, "Or do you not want to be my maid anymore?"
"As long as Mr. Laine doesn't send away, I'll always be your maid! Thank you, Mr. Laine!" The color returned to Alia's face as she loudly expressed her gratitude and followed in Laine's footsteps.
In the heavy snowfall and cold wind, the two set off on their way ho, Alia looking at Laine's back felt her heart warming.
The Winter Festival has truly arrived!
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