"... free time"
And Aurora took a deep breath.
In her green eyes is a flock of gorgeous dresses reflected on polished floors and nightclub clothing that goes to the cutting edge of fashion. Take one of the gentlemen and ladies passing in front of Aurora, and there's nothing to wear about outdated outfits. Although there are good and bad reasons for each hobby.
It is no exaggeration to say that the quality of the garments decorating the guests remains the same and that it is the quality of the organizers of the nightclubs. The party of the civilian will be sunny, the less wealthy aristocratic nightclub will be plain, and the holding of the gold will be very giddy. The easiest way to describe "customer base," that's "outfit."
Night clubs that people wear so much are not what they are outside the royal palace. The outfit of the gorgeous people, no less than the Royal Palace Ball, was also a manifestation of the fact that this evening, as a 'social place', is of great importance.
—— The Lord of this nightclub is the Duke of Laetus. One of the three Grand Duke houses in the Kingdom of Wellbum, now said to be the most 'at the moment', is a great nobleman.
"... I'm free."
It is Aurora today who stands blurry at such a grand aristocratic night club.
If her insides were here, I might have dropped as much as reprimanding her for saying something stupid, but unfortunately she was alone. A night club in the Grand Noble Hall can be called a social place, or 'workplace', for Aurora, the Countess. Originally, I shouldn't be free, but Aurora was on the wall, blurry and gazing at the public.
Tonight, for Aurora, was the first nightclub in a long time since the debutante. But it was because my brother, who was supposed to be my partner, fell asleep with a cold that I joined the war alone.
Aurora, naturally, had turned it into a stunning wall flower already, as it was not normally conceivable, such as a noble courtier attending a nightclub without a partner.
(... it's okay. Flowers have flowers, fun)
One breath in the shadow of a widened fan, Aurora grinned hauntingly.
(Boulder, not when it's a nightclub at the Duke's. Excellent embroidered costumes all the time. Eye Bliss!)
Glitter and his own eyes shine. Aurora loves embroidery even more than she loves it. If my brother was here, 'Aurora's bad illness came out again' or so much so that he would have sighed.
Unfortunately, no one could stop Aurora today. She looks right in front of her and watches the young ladies dancing through them.
From light to dark colors, a dress in a smoothly changing dyed fabric, brilliantly embroidered with similar colored threads and, by the way, sprinkled with gold and silver thread stitches, is now the fashion. When the chandelier illuminates the stitches, they shine like stardust and are beautiful.
(Sure... looks like they scattered crushed crystals. It's nasty to do much, but it was a great balance for those who just walked through. The design of the stars is good, but so is the Tang Grass pattern)
Aurora leaks her breath of admiration. Thanks to the fashion, embroidery of today's nightclub clothes is just brilliant, for both men and women.
Whatever made such a design popular was said to be the wife of Lord Laetus, the host of the day. A beautiful princess with luxurious platinum hair and bright blue eyes, called the flower of the social world, was married to the Duke's house last year, not to the fashion leader of the aristocratic society.
(Oh, that lady's embroidery, it must belong to the famous workshop. How polite and elaborate.... And if I did, could it have been a little plain?
Aurora looked down at her dress and glanced at her with the shadow of a fan. Dye changing from pale blue to bright blue and embroidery of the blue flowers stabbed there were the fashionable ones, but the stitching of gold and silver threads is modest. All the slightly named warrants are such a vivid outfit that Aurora's dress makes her look closer to that of the older ladies.
(I didn't know it was so popular... Maybe I'll stab you with something extra when I get home)
Would you still like the star design? Daring 'flowers' might be good too. It's hard to throw away the Tang Grass pattern I saw earlier, and the Eastern texts we're talking about yesterday, may be exotic and nice -.
Aurora didn't even notice because she was thinking about Nianya and embroidery at the wall, where no one was behind her, and how nice it was for her face to hide with fans. The gathering platform of the organizers far from the wall became increasingly noisy, and with tremendous momentum from it, something flew in.
"Ouch!
Goh.
Something that blew me away was very small, but the forehead that hit me hurt terribly. I'm sure it will be a mole tomorrow. With tears, Aurora looked at something caught in her dress and opened her eyes.
It was a beautiful, carved gold ring.
"Why does the ring fly?
Before that, what the hell kind of technology would fly such a small ring with such momentum? Is it a little magic?
Blurring and pinching, looking seriously in front of you.
Ancient itchy, plant carvings circle around in circles. It is said to indicate that the conjugal fringe is connected, and it is a common design that the husband sends to his wife during marriage. Inside it seems to be engraved with ancient letters, but it cannot be read by Aurora.
(I don't care what you think, it's a marriage ring. Has anyone even had a conversation? … but why not embroider this design? Don't sprinkle it on the skirt part like everyone else, but on the hem and waist of the dress like this ring, if you turn it around......)
Gah.
There was another huge noise. Aurora pushed the scream down her throat as she noticed someone grabbed her arm squeezing up the ring. Shit, I was obsessed with the ring, and I hadn't noticed a single shadow approaching me.
"Oh, oh, I'm sorry about that?!
This ring just blew up from somewhere and I'm not a thief!
... Aurora, who wanted to say so and raised her face, opened her mouth in a pompous dusk. Beyond the fan, in front of her, it was astonishingly beautiful - Aurora cursed her lack of vocabulary in the heart at this time - when a young man with a face was staring at Aurora, wanting to burn her thin ash hair and blue eyes, also visible in silver.
The young man told nothing to Aurora, who stood still, and pulled at her hand as she was pinching the ring, lifting it high and sounding Rin's voice.
"This is the man the ring chose."
... Yes?
Trying to open her mouth about what was, Aurora finally realized.
The nightclub hall, which was supposed to be relaxing and lively, was always quiet with even music, and everyone on the spot was staring at Aurora and the youth.
Katsun, only the sound of the young man's heel rattling the floor sounded terribly out of place.
"Hey...?
Excuse me. A young man screamed a little explanation, scratching out Aurora's words that he was about to say.
"I will make this man my wife!