Dress up
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Under Maribel's continued coercion, Juliet was forced to shake her head and accept.
“Yes, I will wait for them.
That’s all I have to do, right?”
“Yes, you won’t do anything else.
Do this job well.
It doesn't matter if you keep your makeup and hair, but change that ugly, baggy, saggy dress.
It is a disgrace to the theater that a child who works at the Eileen Theater cannot dress appropriately.”
When Maribel disappeared after the words, Juliet grumbled and went to the small bedroom to change her clothes.
Sophie, who was in the props room alone, was worried when she came out wearing the only baggy, saggy dress.
“It’s very bold of you to wear the dress Lilian gave you.”
It was a dress worn by an actress who needed everyone's attention and, despite having given her the simplest and most common clothes, it was very daring.
Juliet studied herself in the mirror on one side of the props room, thinking that the light lilac dress was incompatible with the brick red wig, and it was good to look ugly.
Compared to Lilian, Juliet's breasts were fuller, but the deep part of her chest seemed ready to explode from the tension.
“I think your breasts are bigger than they were a few months ago.
It's very dangerous to walk around in those clothes.
Don’t you have any other clothes?”
Sophie approached and lifted the chest part of the dress, trying to cover all the cleavage that was probably going to appear.
“No.
Two loose dresses and that's all I usually wear.
Is it too much?”
She seemed a little bold, but there was no other way, so Sophie murmured helplessly: "You don't have time, so you can't add anything else to your chest... let's just cover it with this cloth."
Sophie took a temporary measure, inserting a cloth into her cleavage that could be seen when she lowered her head.
A hideous dark red cloth was added to the inside of the bright lilac dress, but Juliet left the props room and headed for the VIP seats, mesmerizing herself that it went well with the brick-colored wig.
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Prince Killian, the most famous man in Austern, inherited the Principality of Bertino and visited the Eileen Theater to watch the boring opera in exchange for losing his bet against his cousin, Marquess Rhodius.
The actresses were tolerable, but the songs they sang were horrible and Killian looked at Spencer with a face full of terrible disgust.
“They are looking at me a lot.
Don’t nobles have pride?”
Killian was irritated by the stares, so he buried himself deep in his chair and ordered the curtain to be lowered to the opening.
Spencer, who was impressed by Killian's shiny black hair and sleepy, silver eyes, made envious comments.
“That's why you should show off your good looks here and there.
Since you are confined to your home, people are anxious.”
When the curtain was lowered and his eyes locked, Killian sighed in satisfaction and ordered someone to bring his favorite wine.
Killian warned Spencer, who casually watched his servant order the type of wine from the maid who was waiting at the door.
“But you don’t want me to stay until the end, do you?
I lost a bet, but that takes a lot.”
“You are here to find Moira.
I don’t know when that will change, but she is still your official lover.”
Spencer called out to his servant when Killian pretended not to hear him.
“Jeff, when Bill brings Lilian a bouquet of flowers, go with him and give one to Moira too.
There should be a spare bouquet of flowers in the carriage.
If not, go buy it,” Spencer said, gesturing towards his servant.
Despite Killian's cold words, Spencer asked Jeff again.
“Why are you doing something so useless?
Jeff, stop it.”
“Before the rumor of your master spreads, bring her a bouquet of flowers as it looks good.
If a lover goes to the theater and leaves without looking at his face or leaving a gift, that is something to criticize.
No matter how much you think of her as a sophisticated prostitute, it doesn't look good, so do as I say.”
When Killian closed his mouth at Spencer's prickly remarks, Jeff left with Spencer's servant in a hurry.
While Jeff was away, Juliet returned to the guest house with the wine ordered by the supposed Prince Bertino.She opened a heavy door engraved with colorful carving, entered, and looked for the unpleasant-eyed servant who had been staring at her ever since.
But she couldn't see the servant who was supposed to be waiting at the door.
“Bring it here.”
Juliet stopped at the entrance of the box in dismay and heard a cold voice in front.
She hesitated for a moment at the sudden order, as she had never attended to nobles.
However, she could not ignore the order given by the noble man.
Juliet looked at the wine bottle anxiously for a moment and ran over to him.
She was eager to hear him tell her to stop wasting time, but she held the cap of a wine bottle in her hand.
However, the lid, which seemed to need only a slight tug, was motionless, and she was embarrassed by the unexpected difficulty.
The idea of pouring wine and quickly disappearing before he received an impetuous order to have two men of immense status waiting dominated his mind.
Hastily, she placed the bottle of wine between her thighs, whether the two men were looking or not, and pulled the cork with all her might.
Pong.
The effort was good enough to pull out the cork, but the excess force sent the wine bottle flying onto the Prince's knee beside her.
"No!" Maribel's voice echoed in his mind, that a fire moth could die on the spot.
If other women could die from a physical attack by the Prince, who loved sex, she could be decapitated by his attack with a wine bottle.
“Your Highness, forgive me… I will clean this up for you quickly.”
As she ran up to the prince, whose jacket and pants were covered in red wine, she wiped him off with the hem of her dress and pulled a piece of cloth stuck in front of her chest out when her skirt became so wet that she could no longer absorb it.
Juliet wiped the prince's jacket hard with a red cloth extracted from it and raised her head gently to control the atmosphere.
She poured wine on the prince, who was not an ordinary member of the royal family but was second in line to the throne, and even his hands were shaking at the thought of being dragged out immediately.
Contrary to what she thought, however, the expressionless Prince sat silently, leaving himself in her hands.
Gaining courage from his gaze, Juliet quickly asked for forgiveness.
“Your Highness, please have mercy on me.
I did my best to clean it, but I can't stop it from being wet…”
Juliet growled at the shit-dog Manny inside and begged and pleaded as if her life depended on it, hoping to live once.
‘I have to abandon self-respect here.’
It was strange to look at the prince with a trembling voice and repeat his apology once again.
The prince, who should have been raging like wildfire, either calling his servant because he had to change his clothes because he was wet, or calling the theater owner to take responsibility for the incident, but was calm.
He sat at an angle, facing one place, his chin resting on his right hand with his elbow resting on an armrest, and didn't lose his graceful form in the slightest.
When Juliet looked at what he was looking at, she followed his eyes... and the destination was her own chest.
The prince's well-defined eyebrows rose as Juliet quickly backed away due to her unconscious defensive instincts, crossing her arms and blocking the view of his chest.
“It’s too late to cover now.” When Juliet's face turned red, unable to stay angry because of her sin, the Prince turned to Spencer.
“Did you see that?
The light wasn't as bright as I thought, so I wonder if you could see it from there.”
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