I am Prince's pampered wife

Chapter 8

The informer continued, "There are rumors that she loved Prince Reyan. She pursued him relentlessly, only to be shattered when she discovered his affair with his adopted sister. In a moment of despair, she stood on the precipice, ready to leap from a rooftop, but fate intervened—she survived against all odds. And after that, their engagement was abruptly called off."

Prince Veer furrowed his brow, intrigued yet cautious. "Why does she want to meet me if her heart belonged to Reyan?" he asked, the gears of his mind turning.

The informer shrugged, a hint of mystery in his eyes. "She claims to have admired you for a long time and wishes to know you better. She describes you as both impressive and commanding—qualities she finds irresistible."

Prince Veer remained silent, reflecting on the informer's words as he prepared to leave. It's interesting that she loved someone else and now expresses admiration for me, he thought. Ultimately, he decided to meet her to understand her intentions.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Lily crouched by the bedside, gently shaking Pari, who lay sprawled on the bed with an unrefined posture, her features softened in deep slumber. After several futile attempts to rouse her mistress, Lily sighed in resignation, allowing Pari to rest a bit longer.

After some time Pari woke up feeling refreshed, possibly needing the energy after the whirlwind of events from the previous day. Today, I'm supposed to meet that prince, she recalled, filled with curiosity about his appearance since the original owner of this body had only heard rumors about him.

As she walked toward the bathing area, she was dismayed to find no shower—only a small bathing pool—and no proper toilet. Frustrated with the lack of modern amenities, she decided that changes needed to be made, but first, she must escape this house and embrace her new life.

After a quick bath, she looked in the mirror and was startled by her reflection—her hair was far too long for her liking and the clothes felt overly ornate and cumbersome.

Determined, she called for Lily and asked her to fetch some items. The maid obediently brought scissors, a lightweight fabric, thread, and a needle, watching curiously as Pari collected the materials.

Pari grasped the scissors confidently and, with a decisive snip, cut her locks to her waist. The gasp that escaped Lily's lips echoed in the stillness—long hair was a symbol of beauty in this era, and what Pari had done was nothing short of revolutionary.

Undeterred by the shock, Pari draped the plain fabric around herself and began to sew. Time slipped away as she crafted an outfit that resonated with her own sense of style—simple yet alluring.

After some time, she emerged from her dressing room, and Lily was momentarily speechless. Pari looked stunning—her simple clothing suited her perfectly, and the minimal accessories complemented her appearance beautifully.

This was the first time Lily had seen someone so striking—her mistress had created her own outfit, establishing a look that was both attractive and refreshingly different from current fashions.