Tensei Oujo wa Kyou mo Hata o Tatakioru

"It's beautiful..."

The woman who looked through the mirror praised me with a hot breath.

"Thank you."

I stare at myself in the mirror, feeling the light.

The cheeks lightly colored on white skin without blemishes, and the eyelashes surrounding the pale eyes are long and curved. Beautifully shaped eyebrows, brown eye shadows that create shadows. The lip is a bright coral pink that makes you look bloodier.

The bridal makeup, which demonstrated the skills of the maidservants of the Imperial Castle, was a wonderful finishing touch.

You always look much prettier than you look in the mirror. Once again, I realized that I was your mother's daughter.

"Here's your hand."

With your help, get up slowly from the chair, being careful not to break the dress.

A popular tailor in the capital, it took two years to produce a pure white wedding dress. In place of me, who was almost hungry, my mother took the lead.

I am deeply grateful to my mother for listening to my preferences and reflecting them in the design.

The whole line is A-line. The mainstream is a princess line with a lot of panniers, but I dared to have it finished in a simple silhouette.

Décolletés and arms are slightly transparent thanks to high-necked lace layered over a bistro-type silk dress. But it doesn't look vulgar at all because of the beauty of the races handled by the craftsmen. The sole from the neck to the wrist was delicately depicted with geometric patterns similar to snowflakes.

Small walnut buttons line the chest to give a clear impression.

The train is a little longer and spreads out beautifully.

With a dress that looks like I've gathered all my 'favorites', I wonder if I can host a wedding, and my face falls naturally.

Is there anything wrong?

I don't know.

Even if you gently lift your arms and twist your body, there is no catch.

In the midst of growing up between the ages of fifteen and seventeen, I just had to change the measurements and adjustments over and over again, and everything was perfect. The size of the neck, chest and waist, and the position of the waist are all my specifications.

I've never seen such a beautiful bride.

"It's like the goddess of flowers..." The Commander of the Knights of Orsayne is the happiest man in the country, isn't he? "

Everyone is praised for being the protagonist today.

I'm embarrassed, but thank you. I wanted to stand next to Lord Leonhardt today with confidence.

I wonder if Lord Leonhardt thinks it's pretty...?

I thought of the face of a man who would soon become a husband, and my cheeks blushed gently.

The door rang modestly as she smiled alone. One of the maids responded and said to me, "I see Her Majesty the Queen."

When I urged her to come in, my mother, who was more beautiful than usual, appeared.

The mother who looked at me stopped and looked impressed.

"It's beautiful, Rose."

I unintentionally catch a glimpse of the enviable words.

Mother's greetings.

"I wish I could have helped my daughter."

Mother said that and narrowed her eyes happily.

Then he called a maid accompanying him. The maid brought Tiara with her. Sitting on a velvet, it's by no means flashy, but it's expensive at a glance.

Each jewel scattered sparingly is highly transparent and premium. The centered sapphire is large and beautiful.

Your grandmother put it on at the wedding.

"Grandmother's..."

Although I had only seen it in paintings, I was a beautiful woman with a good quality.

"If you use it, I'm sure your grandmother will be happy."

Thank you very much.

I was a little scared of putting on a National Treasure Tiara, but I wanted to thank you for using it.

The long hair stretched to the waist is tied around the collar and legs by Rosignon.

The bale fastened with tiara is a cord lace with a fine floral embroidery on the edge.

Does a slightly grown-up coat look good on me?

Over the years, I hope it's not unnatural to stand next to Leonhardt, who is becoming more and more attractive.

I'm coming in.

Staring at himself in the mirror, the door rings again.

It was my father who came in with a noble voice. I was shocked that you wanted me to come in after I allowed you to do so, but is it useless to say so?

"How can a lady step into a dressing room without waiting for a response..."

Mother is complaining about the bumps, but the thought of not biting my father directly is that I don't want to quarrel today, the wakeful day.

I think the distance between my father and mother has shrunk considerably.

It's not as one-sided as it used to be, and there's no hesitation.

I feel smiling, and my mouth becomes loose.

Looking at me like that, my father stopped moving. Hmmm, after you've framed your arms, take a good look from the top of your head to your toes.

But I didn't have any particular impression, so I stayed silent.

"...... Isn't there something?"

The silence was unbearable, and I asked.

What is it?

Beautiful or something.

Of course, my father couldn't have said such a thing.

It is already assumed in the set that the customer can squeeze his nose. But my father's reaction was different from what I had thought.

It's not that bad anymore.



What do you mean now?

Looking at me leaning my neck, my father exhales a sigh.

"It's our daughter. There's no way it's not beautiful."

Just like me, Mother was stunned. Of course, the restrained maids also looked dumbfounded.

I didn't know if I was a beauty figure, or if I was obsessed with being distant, or if I was wondering where to stick it.

The awkward silence falls in the room because everyone is confused.

Even though she dyed her cheeks a little, her mother fell down with a dazed look on her face.

"... you guys, let's get out of your seats a little bit"

Mother urged the bewildered maid to leave the room.

Apparently, my father thought he had something to say to me.

"Don't leave me alone, at least my mother wanted me to stay..."

I don't want to make a fuss on a day like this, but I'm your father. I can't be alarmed.

My father normally drives against me. He stared at me with his ordinary expressionlessness.

"Surely you are beautiful."

“How's it going?

Inadvertently returns straightforward compliments.

But my father didn't seem to care, so he continued to speak.

"But your true worth is not your looks."

Huh?

"I didn't expect anything from you at a young age." That's why I didn't do anything. But you've been thinking, moving, and pulling the results out of your own head. "

It reminds me of my father's eyes on the first day I was properly relative.

Until I ate it, it was like an inorganic look on the roadside stone. If he had given up without doing anything, he would have been seen with his own eyes.

Clumsy I have failed many times and amazed, but will you still admit a little?

Father opens his mouth, looking into my eyes, hoping that he will do so.

"Praiseworthy"

……

Immediately, I couldn't understand the meaning of the words.

With your lips thinly open, you're dazed.

"Today, you are no one else's handiwork." It's the result of your tireless efforts. You can be proud of it. "

What the hell is that?

I haven't been able to praise you properly for all the things you've done so far. I don't know how to react when I'm suddenly told that.

I want to take it honestly and get rid of it.

Your voice is so deep in your throat that you can't speak properly. Her eyes became hot and she complained of the urge to cry.

My father narrows his eyes to me, who can only shake his shoulders and stand up.

She smiled with a soft face she had never seen before.

"Be happy."

"............"

This time, I couldn't hold back.

Your vision is oozing. Tears are falling from the back of your eyes, passing down your cheeks. A whimper that could not be pushed to death leaked out of my mouth.

"Don't cry, your makeup will collapse."

"Whose fault is it...?"

In the blurry vision, my father reaches out to my cheek and raises his tears.

It bites in the usual way, but the voice that says, "Is it my fault?" also contains a laugh, and I don't know what to do anymore.

At the same time, I don't know how to stop tears.

I've always been bad at my father.

But at the same time, I think it was this person who wanted to be recognized more than anyone else.

My face, which kept crying, was obvious, but it turned out to be a big deal.

Mother, who came back in anticipation of time, screamed at my tragedy and scolded my father. It was funny and amusing that my father, who was forced to leave the room, had a face that was "unintelligible". By laughing, the makeup collapses even more.

I don't have to wonder what you're doing on an important day, but I'm happy.