Chapter 3 - To be a crazy young man of the district (1)
To be a crazy young man of the district (1)
The road to becoming Crown Princess of Burdan was not easy. Out of ten marriage
candidates, only three passed the exam to become fiancee candidates.
Young aristocrat nominees who are nominated to become fiancee candidates, will compete against each other to show how they have the qualities fit to be the crown princess.
The one who performs the best will become the crown prince’s fiancee.
After the engagement ceremony when they become 18 years of age, the chosen one becomes the Crown Princess in name and reality. After gradually getting used to the path of a crown princess, at the age of twenty, the person enters the Ruby Palace, the residence of the Crown Prince and his wife.
Two days before the fiancee selection, I stopped by Marianne’s Boutique. The workplace of Marianne Isabel, the best designer in the empire.
Her clothes, which are made with new designs every time using new materials, are always the talk of town or hot topic in town, but wearing her clothes does not necessarily attract attention. Most of the aristocratic young children buy clothes at Marianne’s boutique, so wearing clothes from a no name brand is the standard.
The basic principle of nobility is to be able to protect the dignity of a child, and if you want to protect it, you have to wear unusual clothes. The question is whether for it to be criticized or admired.
Some clothes are criticized.*
For example, a countess wore a newly-designed dress from Marianne Boutique’s as soon as she became a widow. The dress was called <b>
I’m going to pick out a nice dress that even Marianne would wear today.
“I can’t. Since all the high-end dresses have already been purchased, it’ll be hard to find a dress that’s more elegant than the dress the duchess ordered.
“I’m going to refrain from looking at high-quality dresses. Would you show me some more fashionable ones? If you were the emperor, choose a very gorgeous piece of clothing that’s dazzling to your eyes.”
It seems to me that I’ve surprised Marianne many times today. Her face showed full embarrassment, after listening to my order.
“You’re going to wear a fancy dress to the fiancee selection?”
“Yes. Please show me the dresses that will stand out between the other candidates.”
Marianne brought three dresses in. One of them seemed extravagant enough to buy a small castle. There were diamonds stitched into the hem of the dress.
If I wore that dress to the selection ceremony, I wouldn’t be able to avoid the label, crazy bitch.
So I liked the dress.
Marianne brought the dress and looked at me with a look in her eyes, saying, ‘You wouldn’t pick this dress, right?’
“I think I brought you the wrong dress.”
I called her up as she was about to take the dress away, which was studded with diamonds.
“No. Leave it. What’s the name of this dress?”
“It’s a dress named Golden Wave.”
Golden Wave. I thought I’d heard of it before, but I couldn’t remember it well. In my last life, I had no interest in such things. Even before I got married, I had no time to look elsewhere except for the clothes my mother bought me. Now that I think about it, it was most likely a nobleman who was crazy about money that bought them for me.
The name seemed to go well with the dress. It’s so gorgeous even nobles are reluctant to buy it. The dress didn’t look overly excessive but also extravagant enough to lure in greedy nobles.
The amount was estimated to be around the price of a small castle. Who would vote for a candidate who wore a dress that’s nearly worth as much as a small castle at the ceremony to select their fiancee? Even if they were to be selected, rumors would have spread instantly.
Even if the candidate is extravagant, they should be given the right to be rejected based off of his or her personality.
“Let me see that dress.”
The staff looked over at Marianne and she immediately signaled them. The staff brought in the dress and stood in front of me. The luxurious dress, tangled with thread that I don’t know whether it was silver or gold plated, matched with my white skin well.
There seemed to be a bunch of diamonds, but it was not heavy. No, it was lighter than the dresses I normally wear.
“Do you really like this dress?”
“Yes, it’s light and good. The selection ceremony is in the next two days, so have it mended to fit my size before then?”
“I’ll make sure it’s fixed by tomorrow.”
“I’ll pay for the dress after the selection ceremony. Is that okay?”
“The Lacy Family pays a general payment on the last day of each month, so you can rest assured.”
Right. I didn’t know that. Even so, not only my clothes, but also my mother’s clothes and the maid’s clothes were custom-made here, so it wasn’t unusual to pay at the end of each month.
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Everything was satisfactory, except for Marianne’s disturbing laugh.
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End of Chapter 003
*Note 1: In this quick sentence, The Author referenced two different things as the same. Not only would the clothes be criticized by others but so would the aristocrat that would be wearing them.
*Note 2: If she would’ve worn the more exotic or weird dress, Others probably would’ve though her goal with her outfit was to find some on just as crazy with her outfit.