Edgar first took Cheryl to Moier's boutique, the top designer in the Zizvania Kingdom.
They were well received even by their own, Moier, because Edgar was a powerful noble.
Moier, as a member of the socialite elite, must have heard the rumours that the Marquess of Northland was planning to marry the unknown Princess, the Fifth Princess.
Moier initially believed that the Fifth Princess' extraordinary beauty overpowered the charms of Princess Yvette, who was famous for her beauty. Surprisingly, the fifth princess was not particularly attractive. Instead, she had a childlike expression on her face. The Fifth Princess' appeal was severely lacking in comparison to Princess Yvette. However, it was Edgar Baldwin who made the decision. Perhaps the man prefers a cute, innocent girl to a beautiful woman.
Moier quickly averted her gaze. She bowed respectfully and smiled politely.
"Greetings, Marquess, Fifth Princess. Welcome. It is an honour to have you visit my boutique. Please come in and select what you require."
Moier kept her polite manner of speaking, so Cheryl didn't mind Moier's curious gaze right now. It came naturally to her. Claudia herself was not a well-known Princess. She hasn't also appeared in public since her mother died eight years ago. She was gradually forgotten; even the king had forgotten about her. What a cruel fate for Claudia.
"Come in, Your Highness." Edgar took Cheryl's hand in his and led her inside.
Cheryl was struck by the beauty of the place once they were inside. It appears ordinary from the outside, but it is very beautiful on the inside. Not to be outdone by the splendour of Zizvailles Palace. Eugene's small palace was nothing compared to this.
Edgar laughed as he noticed Cheryl's obvious admiration. He made a mental note – it turned out that was his way of making this girl happy – Edgar was determined to redecorate the Baldwin Mansion to make it look even more luxurious from now on.
Edgar exasperatedly touched Cheryl's head. He didn't want to ruin the girl's adoration, but they had more important things to do first.
Edgar drew closer until the distance between him and Cheryl was reduced to the point where he appeared to be leaning against Cheryl's tiny body. He spoke directly into her ear. "Let them measure your body first, Princess, so they can adjust the wedding gown later."
Cheryl felt tickled as warm breath brushed against her earlobe. The man's low voice, especially when Edgar whispered, gave her goosebumps all over her body.
Cheryl was uneasy because the distance was too close. Edgar also did not back down after saying that line. Cheryl averted her gaze, preparing to protest. As a result, she collided with Edgar's face instead.
Cheryl's pupils dilated. How could she possibly kiss Edgar on the lips?
Her face became instantly hot.
Cheryl pushed Edgar away from her. Her skin was as red as a boiled crab. She glared at Edgar, gasping for air because she was embarrassed and angry.
Moier had been warned that the Marquess would be looking for a wedding gown. So she was already prepared when the bride and groom arrived.
Moier motioned for Cheryl to follow her into the measuring room as Cheryl turned towards her.
Cheryl's heart was racing furiously. Her hands and feet were shivering and cold. These are extremely embarrassing. Fortunately, Moier was sensitive and took her away as soon as she turned around.
Harold, who had been watching from a distance from the start, was unsurprised by his master's sudden change in mood. He was taken aback that her master was acting so pure and innocently, even blushing from a light, unintentional kiss.
No, the issue was that his master had devised a ruse to steal a kiss from a young girl. What the hell happened? When did his master, who was adored by many women, pull such a cheap prank?
Harold blinked, but his master was back with his usual cold demeanour and aura. Harold couldn't help but think that the shy and awkward man he was imagining was not the real Edgar. Yes, it has to be.
In the measuring chamber—
Moier personally measured Cheryl's body. She inquired, "What kind of attire does Your Highness prefer? I'll try to work on it so that it's ready before the wedding."
Cheryl cast a glance at Moier. She was pleased to receive the book containing Moier's wedding gown designs. Cheryl went through it sheet by sheet. All of the designs are stunning and sophisticated.
"Preparing? Isn't it enough to just take the finished dress?" She inquired, perplexed.
Moier shook her head and smiled.
"No way, Princess. The Marquess directed that we create a new one. I designed some of these dresses especially for you." Moier showed Cheryl some of the back-of-the-book sheets.
Cheryl was taken aback after hearing Moier's words. Why did Edgar direct that a special gown be made for her? Give her a ready-made dress and she'll be happy.
"There is no need. Give me a ready-made one and I'll choose the dress I like." Cheryl declined.
Moier set the measuring tape down on the table. She took measurements of Cheryl, beginning with the width of her back, then the circumference of her waist, and so on.
She gave her notes to her assistant after taking them.
"Then you can talk to the Marquess about it. I have a lovely collection of wedding gowns. I'll let you have a look if the Marquess doesn't mind."
Cheryl pouted, her heart nagging, 'What is this? He wasn't even her husband yet, but even picking out a dress had to be approved by him! 'Irritating.'
Edgar came next. Edgar inquired after noticing Cheryl holding a design book.
"How? Do you have a favourite dress model? If not, request that Moier make one for you."
Like a lover's words, Edgar's were full of pampering. Just like the ideal male character in most romance novels. A man who is cold to other women but lavishes his partner with gifts. And Cheryl was extremely fortunate to have found one and have him say such a thing to her.
Cheryl was almost moved, to be honest. After a few seconds, she realised that the man in front of her was the Demon General, who was about to thrust a bloody sword into her neck.
That's correct. Exactly what she saw in her dream.
Cheryl closed the door to her heart tightly with that conclusion, cruelly resisting Edgar's charm to the point where it couldn't even seep into her heart.
Cheryl averted her gaze, refusing to look at Edgar. The young woman's irritated expression was palpable.
"It is not necessary to create a new one because it will take more time and money. Allow me to select a ready-made dress; it will be more convenient."
Edgar laughed, amused by the girl's absurd behaviour. "As it turns out, my future wife has devised a method to save money for me. I'm deeply moved. At this rate, I won't have to worry about going hungry."
Cheryl felt sick when she heard Edgar's seductive tone. To her, Edgar was simply unsuited to portraying a flamboyant man. Edgar Baldwin, in her opinion, was a manly man, cold, fierce, and resolute. This is not the case.
"Why would the Marquess say things like that? I only feel sorry for Moier if I have to make a new dress. It's got to be exhausting for her."
"But, you know, Princess, that's her job."
"Anyway, I apologise if I have to add another task to her plate."
Moier, who had been dragged into the couple's sparring, felt a shiver run down her spine. She shrank her neck to appear invisible.
"Princess considers Moier but not me, your future husband? Why are you being so cruel? Isn't that heinous?" Edgar expressed his sadness.
Cheryl was stunned and at a loss for words. The girl bit her lower lip, unable to speak. Her heart held it in, seeing how flirtatious Edgar's gaze was.
So she shouldn't have said anything to provoke this strange man's strange characteristics. She only recently discovered that Edgar Baldwin enjoys acting as if he has been abused.
"That's all right, Marquess. Simply do as you please. I have no other thoughts "Cheryl surrendered.
The girl refused to continue their affectionate argument. Edgar was a little irritated. But when he saw the girl biting her lip, his slight displeasure vanished. The girl is adorable.
Edgar cracked a grin. Cheryl's design book was taken from her grasp by his large hand. The venerable Marquess lowered her head as she turned the pages. His finger was pointing to one of the dress photos.
"What about this? Do you like it?"
Cheryl was actually very tired, but it would be impolite not to respond. She responded half-heartedly and casually.
"That looks good."
"It appears that the Princess is dissatisfied. So, what about this one?"
"Oh, that's great."
"It appears that you dislike it. Then there's this one."
"Yes, it's lovely."
"I think the dress is too simple. What do you think of this one, Princess?"
"Until."
"However, I did not. Because the collar on this dress is too low. The back is also accessible. What about this? Do you enjoy it?"
"I love them all."
"All? Okay, I'll buy everything for you."
Cheryl sighed and rolled her eyes. He claimed to have purchased everything. Did he want to flaunt his riches in front of this poor princess? Really conceited rich people. This is why Cheryl despises the wealthy.
That was the end of the dress selection. Cheryl nearly puked blood when she saw the many wedding dresses Edgar had purchased, along with their price lists.
She inquired, "Why did the Marquess purchase so many wedding gowns? How many marriages did the Marquess plan to have?"
Cheryl's question was intended to mock Edgar. But Edgar responded solemnly.
"No, I don't want to get married more than once."
"Then why do you buy so many wedding gowns?"
"Every day, I want you to wear a wedding gown. As a result, every day is our wedding day. Every night will be like our wedding night."
Oh my goodness. Even this Edgar Baldwin said such a thing without blinking? It even made Cheryl's heart skip a beat. Despite her determination to resist this man's allure.
"Marquess, what gives you the ability to say such embarrassing things?" "It must be because you frequently seduce women in this manner, right?" Cheryl's nervousness was concealed by a ferocious question.
Edgar was not upset about being accused of being a temptress. Cheryl was just shy, he knew.
"No, I just said it to you specifically."
Edgar used the word 'special' again to describe her treatment. Cheryl's defence crumbled once more. What dream did she have last night that caused her to be attacked by arrows of temptation today? Please don't break her fragile heart.
"Since the dress has already been purchased, let us select some jewellery."
Cheryl was jolted out of her pink bubble fantasy by Edgar's voice. She flinched slightly. If the dress selection had ended like this, what about the jewellery selection? Wouldn't that be more difficult? Edgar was certain to flaunt his wealth once more.
No, Cheryl will not.
Cheryl refused after much thought.
"The Marquess makes the decision for me. I'm not very good at picking out jewellery."
Edgar laughed. "Does that mean Your Highness believes in my decision?"
"That is not the case." Cheryl scowled and grumbled to herself.
The obvious interpretation is that she does not wish to be bothered! Why did Edgar act as if he didn't understand?
A certain man, who pretended not to understand, continued to laugh lowly.
Seeing him like that made Cheryl feel as if Edgar was dealing with her child. But hold on. She stated in the novel that Edgar was 25 years old. Claudia, on the other hand, is only 18 years old. Their age difference is approximately 6 years.
But what was inside Claudia's body now was Cheryl, a 25-year-old woman. Please do not treat her like a child.
Edgar was perplexed by Cheryl's shifting expression. What does the Princess represent? Why does she appear upset one second and sad the next? Then appear to object to something the next second?
Despite the fact that he has been attempting to get along by saying things that make women happy. That, at least, was what Xander had taught him.
It turns out that everyone was correct. Women are difficult to comprehend.
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