A lovely dress and a girls’ gathering.
Various problems arose, but the wedding preparations are steadily progressing. Pampered by my wonderful husband-to-be, Dirk, I’m in a great mood again today.
While gracefully enjoying lunchtime at school, my brother spoke to me.
"Kaasama said, ‘Rosarin, dear, the dress design proposals are ready, so come take a look.’"
"Understood. Niisama, you’re really good at imitating Kaasama’s voice."
"Really? Oh, by the way, I did an impression of you the other day, and it was a hit!"
"What are you doing!? What did you imitate!?"
"Rosariiiin!!"
A loud, resonant voice echoed, freezing everyone in place. It was uncanny—absolutely identical. However, however...
"That’s the Valkyrie! But wow, Niisama, your voice impressions are incredible!"
"Well, Rosarin and the Valkyrie are more or less the same, right? At least by Wolfanea’s standards."
"You cannot use Wolfanea’s standards! That’s far too arbitrary!"
"… Curtis looks like he’s about to laugh himself into suffocation, so maybe we should stop… pfft."
Even Alphage-sama couldn’t hold back his laughter. Indeed, Curtis, Adeil, and Hugh had passed the point of laughter and were twitching. Former assassins are surprisingly quick to crack up.
"Yeah, dude, Curtis might die laughing… gahaha!"
"Should I just let him die laughing?"
Annoyed, I used my hand claw on him.
"Ow, ow, ow! Stop the violence, dude!"
"Rosarin, I’m sorry! I’ll apologize, so please forgive me!"
Seeing Lavita desperate, I decided to let it go. The hand claw wouldn’t faze Rinka anyway (probably).
"Speaking of Rosarin’s mother… isn’t she also the designer for Butterfly Rose?"
"Huh!? That Butterfly Rose!? The brand famous for its elegant and delicate designs, like corset-free dresses!?"
Miss Leticia latched onto Milfi’s comment. To be precise, Butterfly Rose is a brand shared between Miss Butterfly, my mother, and me. Lately, I’ve been busy, so the main contributors are Miss Butterfly and my mother. Oh, but I developed the corset-free dress because I wanted one myself. The design was a joint effort between my mother and me, and Miss Butterfly handled the creation.
Miss Leticia eagerly requested to see the designs, so I agreed. Rinka and Milfi decided to tag along as well.
After school, when we arrived at my family home, Martha guided us to the parlor. When the door opened…
"I’ve been waiting for you, young ladies!!"
"Pfft!?"
I was welcomed by a thick, muscular chest. My nose hurts. This feels like harassment every single time.
"Rosarin, I’ve been waiting for you.”
My mother said with a soft smile. Come to think of it, she was never fazed by Miss Butterfly’s antics from the beginning.
"Th-this is outrageous! A man—or perhaps a woman!? Whatever the case, stay away from Miss Rosarin!"
Miss Leticia stepped in to protect me. So kind!
"It’s fine. Miss Butterfly is a friend of both Rosarin and us."
"Yeah, that’s right. Looks like an old man on the outside, but inside, it’s something girly."
"Oh, stop it! I’m a dainty maiden at heart, okay? Oh, Rinka-chan, you’re so mean!"
Miss Butterfly began slapping Rinka’s back energetically.
"Gah!? Please stop; you’re too strong!"
"Miss Butterfly, you can’t call yourself a maiden when you’ve got a wife and kids. You’re more like… a category of your own: Miss Butterfly."
"Exactly!"
"Oh, come on! Both Rosarin-chan and Rinka-chan are so mean!"
Miss Butterfly pouted and twisted her body in exaggerated frustration, leaving Miss Leticia utterly stunned. The impression Miss Butterfly leaves is definitely overwhelming.
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"Now, now, shall we take a look at the design proposals?"
Mother suggested with a giggle.
The designs my mother presented were all lovely. My heart danced at the sight of the colorful dresses.
"They’re all so pretty… Oh, I like this one."
I picked up a design for a pure white, elegant dress.
"As expected, Rosarin-chan chose white."
"Yes. In Rin’s world, weddings are typically associated with white."
The design I chose featured delicate white lace and included a Maria veil. It felt perfect.
"How lovely… I hope to someday…"
"I absolutely want to wear a Butterfly Rose dress for my wedding with Cidar-kun!"
"I want to marry Lavita-kun in one of these dresses too…"
Miss Leticia, Milfi, and Rinka were all enraptured. It’s true—this is a dream for many young ladies.
"I think this design is really nice."
"I agree."
"But, I feel like it’s missing a little punch."
"I’m not looking for punch in a wedding dress."
However, Miss Butterfly gave an exaggerated sigh, as though it were obvious.
"You just don’t get it, Rosarin-chan."
"Huh?"
"I heard about the food for the wedding."
"...Y es."
This doesn’t bode well. I have nothing but a bad feeling about this.
"For the dress, I want to use materials that are unique to you, Rosarin-chan! But none of them feel quite right!"
"Materials, huh…"
While looking at Miss Butterfly, who was on all fours sobbing, I started thinking. Were there any beautiful materials made from armor that might work?
"We’ll try preparing a few here as well."
"I’m looking forward to it, Ojousama."
I smiled sweetly, evading a thrown kiss.
"”…………………"”
And so began a long and drawn-out exchange of thrown kisses from Miss Butterfly, which I expertly avoided.
"… What are they doing?"
"Hehe, Rosarin is playing around."
"Yeah, don’t worry about it."
Unaware of the conversation going on, I continued to play along with Miss Butterfly for a while.
"Your Kaasama, I, decided that for the second dress, I want one with a Wolfanea touch. The pattern will match Dirk-kun’s, a leopard print."
"You’re a genius, Mother!"
As for Miss Butterfly? There’s no way she could keep up with my stamina. He’s currently out of breath, completely wiped out.
"And then, there’s more…"
"Rosarin, I think this one would look perfect on you."
"With your nice body, Rosarin-chan, I’m sure you’ll pull this off!"
"This would look amazing on Miss Rosarin!"
"Kaasama, everyone, stop! How many dresses are you planning to make!?"
(About ten or so?)
Wait, what!? What are you saying!? That’s impossible!!
"I can’t wear that many! How many times do you plan to have me change!?"
(Eh?)
All the women in the room, plus Miss Butterfly, responded with a collective "Eh?"
"If you like the dresses, you can wear them to each of your weddings."
"This dress would be way too much for me!"
It’s true—the adult-sexy dress would be too much for Rinka...
"No… if you give up, then the game is over."
"Azarin-sensei… I want to have a nice body… I want a nice body!"
"... Well, then go ahead and have it kneaded."
"Got it!!"
The next day, it’s needless to say that I received a complaint from a very red-faced Lavita. When I asked him if he had been served a “prepared meal,” I got yelled at even more.
I was curious, so I checked with Rinka. Apparently, the prepared meal had been tasted. When Lavita found out that I had asked Rinka about it, he was angry again. I just couldn’t help myself—I had to know! It’s so frustrating!
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