Dress up
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“You’re full of shit!
Are you crazy?
No way!
If I say that someone is more beautiful than me, will they disappear from the world?
You're trying to turn a good person into a murderer.
I would be a serial killer!” Jenna jumped out of bed and screamed, running around the room to catch the screen floating in the air.
“And you!
When I woke up and looked in my memory, I was a bastard.
I'm not a noble or royalty, but beauty is a sin for a bastard!
Oh my god, I should have checked the word ‘random!’ No, it’s my fault, I thought it was a dream and I got taken away by that shitty dog.
Who is to blame?
Ah, what a ridiculous situation!”
Jenna, who opened her eyes while five-year-old Julieta Anais, burned with his gloomy pronunciation for a long time before falling asleep.
Whether it was the side effects of crossing the dimension or adapting to another body, Juliet continued to sleep in a semi-conscious state.
Only after a week without memory was she able to regain a sense of herself, but before she could get used to her new life, the marchioness broke into her house in Harrods Street and her arduous journey began.
* * * * *
“Do you have a place to work?
You’re not saying you’re going there unconditionally, are you?”
When Amelie's question continued, Juliet, who was thinking about the past exasperation, came back to reality.
“Lilian introduced me to the Bertino mansion as a maid.”
“Lilian?
Ah, Lilian's current lover is Marquis Rhodius.
The Marquis must have recommended you.”
“Yes.
I can work as a cleaner at the mansion where the prince visits from time to time, instead of Bertino's main house.”
“Ah, it must be a house to call women.”
"Women?"
“Prince Bertino’s sex life is famous.
I heard this from Moira’s maid.”
“Moira?” Sophie, who was listening to the two and sewing, asked curiously.
Moira was one of the new actresses at the Eileen Theater and played a rather significant role compared to her ability.
She used to ingratiate herself with Lilian and accompany her to the banquets of high-ranking aristocrats she had met.
“Yes.
I recently heard that Moira has just replaced Prince Bertino's girlfriend, as she intended.”
“Really?
But how many months will this last?
The prince is famous for his sex life.”
“Well, Moira said she was confident in her work as a concubine.
His nose was so high up that I couldn't see with my eyes open.”
“What a maid’s job in such a mansion!
It’s not a good place for a virgin to work.”
Friendly Sophie looked at Juliet as if she was worried about her.
“Well, it’s the position of a cleaner.
You don't have to worry about me.
Plus, they won’t put a beginner like me in the owner’s room or her own private room.”
“Yes, I suppose so.
Anyway, you have to be very careful.
I'm afraid of what will happen to you if your disguise is removed.”
"Yes." Juliet smiled with her fist clenched as if she was confident.
* * * * *
The Austern Empire was a country located in the western part of the Lenaid continent, divided in two, ruled by the Vicern Empire in the east.
The Austern Empire, which led all trends within the continent, had a luxurious and hedonistic atmosphere.
Its capital Dublin was the best cultural center on the continent, where art, poetry, literature and opera developed.
In Dublin there was the Eileen Theatre, where Juliet grew up on Eloz Street, famous for entertainment and shopping across the continent.
The five-story opera house was buzzing early in the morning, preparing to greet the Empire's greatest guest in a long time.
The actors personally visited the dressing room for today's performance, checked it meticulously, and were worried.
Theater owner Maribel, who normally did not leave her quarters, also took a rare stroll around the theater for inspection in the afternoon.
Julieta, who negotiated with Maribel a few days ago and filled out a promissory note with two witnesses, was supposed to leave the theater a week later.
Juliet, who was making two sets with the fabric Amelie had given her, hummed about a new future, thinking that she would soon leave that dark room.
“I'm going to have to put on these thick clothes for a while, but now I can plan and move on to my future.
A life without a penny is over!”
Although she hadn't had her coming of age ceremony, her breasts showed satisfactory development, unlike Jenna's old days.
They were an obstacle to her now.
Juliet hadn't noticed the sound of anyone calling her as she tucked cotton into the waistband of her thin shirt, a feminine garment that went from shoulder to thigh, to hide her voluptuous breasts.
“Julie, didn’t you hear me calling?
The theater owner is calling, so get out of here.”
Sophie, who was in the props room, came over and asked Juliet, who didn't move even after calling for a while.
“The theater owner?
Why me?” Juliet complained.
She wanted to enjoy her vacation for a while, until she started working as a maid, as she was not allowed to work at the theater before she left.
She frowned without realizing it.
“Well, I don't know.
Let's go quickly.
She doesn't like to be kept waiting.
Be careful not to appear hateful until you leave the theater.”
At Sophie's insistence, Juliet hurried into the dark hallway, Maribel was standing in front of the small room.
“What did you do and why did you pretend not to hear me?”
Juliet responded quickly in a high-pitched voice.
“I'm sorry.
I couldn’t hear you calling because I was focusing on getting my clothes ready to wear to work.”
After Julietta politely apologized as Sophie advised, Maribel said in a slightly softer voice, “I told you not to work until you leave, but you must help today.
If you don’t want to do it, I can’t help it, because you’re in a promissory note situation, but I think it’s okay to help me for a day if you think about the care I raised you with.”
“What is happening?
You don’t have any other conspiracy, right?”
Maribel snorted as she thought,
‘Think before you speak.’
“I'm not mean enough to use other means for the story that's already over, baby.
I'm literally shorthanded, so don't doubt me.
I came and said this because I think you will rebel against someone if I have someone else to take care of you.
Do you understand?”
Julieta relieved her doubts in Maribel's unpretentious observation, shrugged her shoulders, and accepted.
“I'm sorry, but it's not bad to be careful about everything, so please understand.
What do I do?”
“His Highness and Marquis Rhodius will be visiting the opera today.
When they're watching, we need someone to take orders alongside them, but the women are fighting and tearing each other's hair out because of work.
I think you are the right person, who does not have a distorted mind.
You are the only one who will do things without standing out.”
The place to work for a week was Prince Killian's private mansion.
Juliet asked in a trembling voice: “What a coincidence…”
“Do I have to go?
I heard that the Prince really likes women, so wouldn’t it be okay if it was someone else?”
“The prince may have many feminine tendencies, but he does not like women enough to forgive anyone who is rash.
They don’t know who they are and they might awaken your anger, so I can’t send fire moths to a place where they can die, can I, baby?”
Sa-chan
Sa-chan
Thanks for reading.
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