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x. Christmas ball long chapter warning
"DID HE SERIOUSLY BUY THIS?" Mirelia exclaimed, her voice a mix of incredulity and disdain as she stood in Eulalia's room, eyeing the dress she had just pulled from its box. Her gaze was locked on the garment with a critical eye.
Eulalia, still with her back turned, replied nonchalantly, "I haven't seen it yet, so I wouldn't know." Mirelia's eyes flicked towards her sister, a look of sheepishness etched on her face, before she carefully laid the dress out on the bed.
Eulalia grinned quietly as she sat at her vanity, deftly working on her hair. "It's beautiful, truly," Mirelia said again, her eyes still fixed on the dress laid out on the bed. She walked over to Eulalia, peering at her through the reflection in the mirror. "How did you manage to make him fall for you so quickly?" she asked, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.
"What?" Eulalia replied, glancing back at her sister through the mirror as she continued to tend to her hair. She hadn't even noticed the light pink hue creeping into her pale cheeks.
"Oh, come on. No bloke who doesn't have feelings for you buys you a dress like that," Mirelia said with a grin, raising an eyebrow. Eulalia shook her head, finishing up her hair before moving over to the dress. She picked it up, noting the striking black fabric. Who wears black during Christmas? she thought.
"It is quite pretty," Eulalia admitted, turning the dress over in her hands. Her sister watched her closely, along with Claire and their mother, Corcellia, who had entered just moments before. Eulalia slipped into the dress, then gazed at herself in the mirror.
The dress was a fitted bodice with ruched detailing and thin spaghetti straps. The waistline was slightly dropped, leading to a flowing skirt that cascaded to the floor with an asymmetrical hemline—higher on one side and adorned with a ruffled detail. "It's wonderful," Claire commented, her eyes lighting up.
"He truly did a fantastic job picking it out," Corcellia agreed calmly. Eulalia nodded, doing a small twirl to admire the dress from all angles.
As she stopped back in front of the mirror, Eulalia's eyes widened in surprise. The dress began to shift from black to a rich olive green, thanks to a subtle charm. The transformation was almost magical, and she turned to see her mother, sisters, and Claire's astonished faces.
"Oh, my..." Corcellia said, her gaze fixed on the dress as if spellbound. "Lia, dear, where did you get this dress again?" she asked, her voice tinged with awe.
