Chapter 8. Dress-up, Part VII

Under Maribel’s continued coercion, Julietta was forced to nod and accept.

"Yes, I’ll go and wait for them. All I have to do is this, right?"

"Yes, you won’t do anything else. Do this job well. It doesn’t matter if you keep your make-up and hair, but you change that ugly, wide and flabby dress. It’s a disgrace to the theater that a kid who works at the Eileen Theater can’t even dress properly."

When Maribel disappeared after the words, Julietta grumbled and went into the small room to change her clothes.

Sophie, who was guarding the prop room by herself, was worried when she came out wearing the only wide and flabby dress.

"It’s very bold of you to wear the dress Lillian gave you."

It was a dress worn by an actress who needed everyone’s attention, and despite the fact that she gave her the most simple and ordinary clothes, it was very bold.

Julietta studied herself in the mirror at one side of the prop room, thinking that the light lavender-colored dress was incompatible with the red brick wig, and it was a good thing to look ugly. Compared to Lillian, Julietta’s breasts were more voluminous, but the deep chest part seemed ready to burst because of the tension.

"I think your breasts are bigger than they were a few months ago. It’s too dangerous to walk in that outfit. Don’t you have any other clothes?"

Sophie approached and raised the chest part of the dress, trying to cover all the cleavage that was likely to sprout.

"No. Two loose dresses and these are all I usually wear. Is it too much?"

She seemed a little daring, but there was no other way, so Sophie mumbled helplessly, "You don’t have time, so you can’t add anything else to your chest...let’s just cover it up with this cloth."

Sophie took a temporary measure, inserting a cloth into the neckline that could be seen when she lowered her head. A hideous dark red cloth was added to the inside of the bright lavender-colored dress, but Julietta left the prop room and headed for the VIP seats, hypnotizing herself that it coordinated with the brick-colored wig well.

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Prince Killian, the most famous man in Austern, had inherited the Principality of Bertino, and had visited the Eileen Theater to watch the boring opera in return for losing his bet against his cousin, Marquis Rhodius. The actresses were tolerable as they were, but the songs they sang were horrible and Killian looked back at Spencer with a face full of dreadful repulsion.

"They’re staring at me too much. Do the nobles have no pride?"

Killian was annoyed by the glances, so he buried himself deep in his chair and ordered the curtain to be lowered until the opening. Spencer, who was impressed by Killian’s glossy black hair and drowsy, silvery eyes, made invidious remarks.

"That’s why you should show your good looks here and there. Since you confine yourself to home, people are anxious."

When the curtain was lowered and their eyes were blocked, Killian sighed with satisfaction, and ordered someone to bring his favorite wine. Killian warned Spencer, who had casually watched his servant order the kind of wine to the maid who had been waiting at the door.

"But you don’t want me to see it through, do you? I’ve lost a bet, but that’s too much of a demand."

"You are here to meet Moira. I don’t know when it will change, but she is still my official lover."

Spencer called his servant when Killian pretended not to hear him.

"Jeff, when Bill brings a bouquet of flowers to Lillian, go with him and give one to Moira, too. There should be a spare bouquet of flowers in the carriage. If not, go buy it," Spencer said, gesturing toward his servant.

Despite Killian’s cold words, Spencer urged Jeff again."Why are you doing something so useless? Jeff, stop it."

"Before your master’s rumor spreads worse, bring her a bouquet of flowers, as it looks good. If a lover comes to the theater and leaves without looking at her face or leaving a gift, that’s a thing to be criticized. No matter how much you think of her as a high-end whore, it doesn’t look good, so do as I tell you."

When Killian closed his mouth at Spencer’s prickly remarks, Jeff went out with Spencer’s servant in a hurry.

While Jeff was away, Julietta returned to the guesthouse with the wine ordered by the rumored Prince Bertino.

While Jeff was away, Julietta returned to the guesthouse with the wine ordered by the rumored Prince Bertino. She opened a heavy door engraved with colorful intaglio, walked in, and looked for the servant with the unpleasant eyes who he had been glancing at since then on. But she couldn’t see the servant who should be waiting by the door.

"Bring it here."

Julietta stood at the entrance of the box seat in dismay, and heard a cool voice from the front. She hesitated for a moment at the sudden command, since she had never attended to the noblemen. However, she could not ignore the order given by the highborn man.

Julietta looked down at the wine bottle anxiously for a moment and hurried over to him. She was anxious she would hear him tell her to stop dawdling, but she grasped the cap of a bottle of wine in her hand. However, the cap, which seemed to only need a light pull, was immobile, and she was embarrassed by the unexpected difficulty.

The thought of pouring wine and stepping down quickly before she was given an impetuous order at having two men of immense status wait dominated her mind. In a hurry, she put the bottle of wine between her thighs, whether or not the two men were watching, and pulled the cork with all her strength.

Pong.

The effort was good enough to pull the plug out, but the excess force sent the wine bottle flying over the knee of the Prince next to her.

"No!" Maribel’s voice echoed in her mind, that a fire moth might die on the spot. If other women could die of a physical attack on the Prince, who loved sex, she could be beheaded for her attack with a bottle of wine.

"Your, Your Highness, forgive... I’ll wipe it off for you in a hurry."

As she hurried up to the Prince, whose jacket and pants were covered in red wine, she wiped at it with the hem of her dress, and pulled out a piece of cloth stuck in the front of her chest when her skirt became so wet that she could no longer soak up any more. Julietta wiped the Prince’s jacket hard with a red cloth extracted from it, and lifted her head gently to get a grip on the atmosphere.

She spilled wine on the Prince, who was not an ordinary member of the Royal Family, but was second in line to the throne, and even her hands shook at the thought of being dragged out immediately.

Contrary to what she thought, however, the expressionless Prince sat quietly, leaving himself in her hands. Gaining courage by his look, Julietta quickly asked for forgiveness. "Your Highness, please show me mercy. I did my best to clean it, but I can’t help it if it’s wet..."

Julietta grumbled at the shit dog Manny inside and begged and pleaded as if her life depended on it, in the hope of living once.

’I have to abandon self-respect here.’

It was strange to glance at the Prince in a trembling voice and repeat her apology once again.

The Prince, who should be angry like a fire, or calling for his servant because he had to change his clothes because he was wet, or calling on the owner of the theater to take responsibility for the incident, was calm. He sat at an angle, staring at one place, his chin resting on his right hand with his elbow supported by an armrest, and did not lose his graceful form in the slightest.

When Julietta looked at what he was looking at, she followed his eyes... and the destination was her own chest. The Prince’s well-combed eyebrows rose as Julietta quickly retreated due to her unconscious defensive instincts, crossed her arms, and blocked the view of her chest.

"It’s too late to cover up now."

When Julietta’s face turned red, unable to get angry because of her sin, the Prince turned to Spencer. "Did you see it? The light wasn’t as bright as I thought it would be, so I wonder if you could see it there."