Arther's POV
The dress was carefully worn on the plaster model. The tailor in the workshop carefully worked the pleats on the dress, trying to make it look better. With the light shining, I suddenly thought of Cynthia.
I began to imagine her in this dress, with her fair skin and beautiful eyes like that, she fits this dress better than Vivian. Or rather, she was more like the owner of this dress! It was as if this dress was born for her!
How come I never realized who this skirt was most suitable for?
Her expression was so shocked that she opened her mouth slightly in disbelief and inquired again, "Me?"
I nodded, seriously, I was getting more and more into doing something different than usual to discover her other emotions, she's always more in front of me, always holding back, scared,
