Time passed mundanely but quite fast for Frost White who did not have to worry about her daily necessities. She had maids and butlers to heed her every beck and call.
Brushing her hair? There's an app-, she meant, a maid for that.
Bathing her in petals-filled water? There's a maid for that.
Clothing her? There's a maid for that.
And so on. Thus, she had been diligently nurturing apathy between herself and her stepdaughter. After all, she had to show her wickedness to the Duke and the workers. She had to emphasize her authority as the villain!
The maids whispered to each other as they basked in the eye feast unraveling in front of them.
A pair of beautiful young maidens were having a tea party for two people.
The dark haired Snow White was delicately nibbling on the apple tart, her pale cheeks just slightly bulged and blushed in pink as she reveled in the sweetness of the pastry.
The maids screamed inside their hearts because of her cuteness.
The silver haired Frost White sipped the apple tea, her thumb and index fingers elegantly holding onto the cup handle, her little finger was raised slightly.
By noticing small things like that, the maids and the butlers could not find fault with their new Duchess' etiquette and praised her manner and elegance.
"Have you chosen your debutante gown, my dear Snow?" Frost addressed Snow White without looking at her.
The sixteenth birthday celebration was only a month away, and even Frost had to admit that Snow White was looking so much more beautiful than two years ago.
"There'd be no problem with expressing my jealousy this way... ." Frost began to think that this life would pass without a hitch. She should have nothing to worry about.
Snow White's lips pursed a little and she sighed, "Frost, I have not found the right dress. You know, I wish I had your waist... . Why have I not shed this child-like body yet... ."
Frost almost choked on her tea, but managed to retain her composure. She put on her cold facade and reprimanded, "Snow. I am now your stepmo-, I mean, mother, in status. You must call me Mother from now on." She then lightly put the cup on the table and bent forward to reach Snow White across the small round table. She lifted Snow White's chin with the tip of her index finger,
"Besides, my dear Snow is looking prettier than ever. Whatever kind of gown you will be wearing will no doubt enhance your beauty. Besides, don't you know that your type of beauty is the type highly sought after in the Kingdom?"
At least, based on her knowledge of the world script, Frost White believed so.
Snow White lightly shrunk her neck, "Y-you think so, Frost?"
"I know so. And I said call me 'Mo-'."
"That's right, dear daughter," a man's gruff voice interjected her, appearing at the door of the greenhouse where they were enjoying their afternoon tea. It was none other than Duke White. He did not hide his pleased expression, "As Frost requested, you must call her mother. Whatever your past might be, she is my wife. Therefore you must pay her the necessary respect."
Snow White nodded slowly, but she stayed silent. Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she found that there was a lot of things wrong with this arrangement.
Which was what Frost White was thinking as well, but she did not have any choice! She just wanted to do her task and move on to the next world, which hopefully, would be a bit more sane.
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You Are My String Of Fate
General FictionThe deity of fate, the goddess who was tasked to weave destinies for the myriad of mortal worlds the heaven was in charge of, finally had to undergo her own tribulation. She had a new deputy, hence she could go and play - I mean, undergo her tribula...
