countless women had tried on it, but Florence was the only one who could hold it.

She had shown the beauty of the dress to the extreme.

Only then did they know that Florence's beauty was top-notch. She could be as lovely as a fairy, and could be as elegant as a queen.

Bonnie covered her mouth and mumbled in disbelief.

"How could the humble girl be so pretty? Her temperament is even better than that of a princess."

She always thought that the princess was the most beautiful woman in Raflad, and no one could compete with the princess.

But now, for the first time, Bonnie was wavering.

When Florence wore the dress, she was nervous. She was afraid that she could not handle the dress.

Now the people's reaction made her feel relieved.

She stepped on her high heels to the floor-to-ceiling mirror and looked at herself.

Her temperament had changed in an instant and she was aggressive like a queen.

She could not help wondering that she could look like this.

As she was lost in thought, a tall figure suddenly appeared in her behind and kept close to her.

Florence was startled by the strange smell of the man and immediately dodged, but the man's hand pressed on her shoulder and pinned her to the spot.

Florence could not move. The man's approach made her very nervous.

She said in a flustered tone, "Hey, what are you doing? Stay away from me!"

The man looked straight at Florence through the mirror, and raised an evil smile.

"Flory, call me Hector from now on."

He spoke so suggestively that he was like her husband.

Florence's scalp was tingling.

name at all. She just wanted to draw a clear

go of me. Don't

to get used

put his hands around Florence's

they looked as

shoulder, he whispered,

face turned dark, and she

agree. We are not in a relationship until my brother

"I'm sure he'll agree."

mirror and stared at Florence straight. His gaze was like X ray

me. Since you like

brother

he said. It had nothing to do with him for her to dress so

just trying to beat the princess who

chickens before they hatch.

hatefully, resisting the urge to throw Hector out. "It's

shoulders, reluctant to let

women around him, nor had he much interest in them, for at Raflad, women were just tools of procreation

feelings, who would have

so proud of himself that for years, he had not

he suddenly discovered that it felt so good

impulse that he wanted to hold

at Florence more and

froze and she

do something to her

rules and customs of the country. With Hector's noble identity, it was very likely that no one dared to stop him even if

she didn't even have a place to

and without thinking much, she

"Hiss! It hurts!"

immediately let go

and glared at Florence gloomily, "Are you

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