ISN'T BEING A WICKED WOMAN MUCH BETTER

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?  Chapter 47
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Chapter 47

[I want the dress code to be pink. I want to show everyone the Empire’s one and only pink diamond that my Father gave me as a gift. So, according to this, Sir Isidor… (…)]

I made some unreasonable requests, but as he is the son of a family equivalent to Seymour, I sent him a polite letter, unlike my usual self.

He readily responded to the letter that only seemed plausible on the outside but contained absurd and nonsensical requests.

[I’m looking forward to it. I am also deeply moved by the filial piety of the Princess.]

Filial piety, it’s nothing like that.

‘I’m trying to resell it at a higher price…’

Anyway, it was a good interpretation, so I left it to be misunderstood.

Isidor not only accepted my irrational act, but also actively expressed his opinions.
It was he who arranged for Helen and Kallos, the menswear designer in charge of Isidor, to collaborate.

Today’s coordination was the result of the collaboration between the two talented designers, filled with their blood and sweat.

Thanks to this, Isidor and I were the only ones here with uniformity in clothing and accessories.
Those with a good eye would have noticed that we are wearing matching warm red fabric, and that Isidor’s handkerchief and the fan I’m holding are of similar colors.

‘In high-level terminology, it’s a similar look.’

Isidor’s light pink suit was quite shocking and was gathering attention from all directions.
The shock lasted briefly, and most people had friendly expressions on their faces.

‘Isidor’s face did everything.’

He suddenly looked down at me with a kind expression. Even though I was wearing pointed, high heels, he was looking down at me.

‘Just how tall are you? Must be around 185-190cm.’

“Is my stride alright? Let me know if it’s too fast.”
“It’s fine.”

Since it was an official event, I was very polite to him. Isidor escorted me politely.

“His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived!”

Soon after, the imperial family also began to appear under the spotlight one after the other; and the imperial spring flower ball, one of the highlights of the festival, opened its splendid curtains.

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‘So that person is the Crown Prince.’

My greatest rival in this world.
Because we’re sharing my ivory-colored Master.

I glanced at him as if observing a competitor.

“Thank you to all the distinguished guests who accepted the invitation of the Imperial Family and made this event shine.”

The Crown Prince, who smiled kindly, politely thanked the nobles as the representative of the imperial family.
And as if to announce the start of the ball, the first thing he did was come out and dance with his partner.

As described in the novel, he had a handsome appearance and, as a sword master, a body that had been trained with swordsmanship.
The most amazing thing was that his hair was blue like the sky.