The war was over. For once, there were no emergency meetings. No gunfire. No Crimson Syndicate. No Raven.
Just normal life. Or at least…
As normal as life could be when one happened to be engaged to the future king of Southford's underworld.
Xylia stood in front of her closet with a serious expression.
Very serious.
More serious than when she faced armed criminals. More serious than when she escaped Raven. More serious than when she met Aciel's father.
Because today presented a challenge unlike any she had faced before.
Choosing what to wear.
Her bed was covered in dresses. Blue. White. Black. Pink.
Professional outfits. Casual outfits. Formal outfits.
And somehow, every single one felt wrong.
Xylia sighed dramatically.
"This is impossible."
A knock sounded from the bedroom door.
Then Chelsea walked inside without waiting for permission.
The moment she saw the disaster covering the room, she froze.
"…What happened here?"
Xylia pointed helplessly at the dresses.
