Shinario-dōri ni Taijō Shita no ni, Imasara Nan no Goyōdesu ka?

With lots of small pearls in glossy pure white fabric on the chest, it hosts soft light, and a stunning gradient that turns from waist to bottom into gorgeous lemon yellow.

And more importantly, the fabric on the skirt part is great.

The thin, thin, transparent, soft fabric overlaps multiple times as if it were a lotus flower, surprisingly poor for its volume.

Even though it is a gorgeous colour called yellow, that dress, with some clear images, was once the most heart-catching and adorable dress I have ever seen.

Such a cute dress, my image......?

Although I'm happy.

Although I'm happy.

When my anxiety suddenly swelled inside me, I grew bigger.

I'm sorry, Mr. Leo. I don't care what you think, I don't feel right......!

"That's a very cute dress. Chris, try it on."

Still, Mother urged me, and with Shirley's hand I roughly dressed in that soft dress.

"Well, I don't know."

"Ugh, stay in front of the mirror."

Honestly, I was a little relieved by your mother's Nico's face, although I was fiercely worried that this adorable dress would not suit my firsthand face. Lift the hem of the dress and move it in front of the mirror.

Many layers of soft fabric are lightweight and supple in your hands. I looked up into the mirror in my dreams as if I were a woman, and I was stunned.

... No, no.

You don't.

After all, this adorable dress and vertical roll is a complete mismatch.

I snapped.

"No, Chris. What a face."

"Because it doesn't look good...... I'm sorry about Leo."

"Well, that's not true. Leo, I'm so impressed that you're really taking a good look at Chris."

Mother laughs happily when she says so.

That, I think, is a parent's desire. Clearly, it is very unbalanced.

"Shirley, put a jab in Chris' hair."

In a word from your mother, Shirley combs my hair just to say she understood. I watched my hair rolled firmly and ruggedly in a vertical roll every day loosen loosely at Shirley's hands, half-way across the border.

Comb carefully, flutter and shake the hair so as to add air, then wrap only the tips of the hair together. I fell a little in love with that hand.

"This."

In the mirror, I became a totally yummy fluffy wave.

The usual gut-wrapped vertical rolls look like lies, light and thin delicate hair. It's going to float fluffy if you run......

I accidentally touched my hair with my fingertips.