In Which She Was Just A Violinist

The red-hued black gown embellished with beads was an excellent choice for the occasion. In contrast to the dress that had been custom-tailored to fit flawlessly, this one was light and in no way restricted movement. It was a much like a dress with a lot of flow to it, but it was even more comfy.

Lisa came out. "Taylor, this is fantastic. Thank you for sharing. You really done an outstanding job there. This outfit is completely different from anything else I've ever worn before on my body.

"I'm delighted you enjoy it, Miss Lisa. When asked about his response, Taylor flashed a grin and stated, "I hope that Master John enjoys it as well." He was under the opinion that it looked really stunning on her. In his opinion, she would be perfect in every way if it weren't for the scar that was on her face.

On the other hand, Taylor did not feel that it was the right moment to bring it up at that particular juncture. It dawned on him that Lisa could have a negative reaction to what had happened. In point of fact, he arrived at the realization that he liked the woman in question. The only other people that were traveling on the ship were a group of grim warriors. Therefore, just being in her presence was like taking a deep, cleansing breath.

Before gifting her a white dress, Taylor gave her a grin and flashed her a toothy grin. He then handed it to her while making the comment, "This is for your pixie."

"She is going to be very ecstatic!" Lisa yelled, her eyes glistening with delight at the prospect.

"I am excited to hear what you have to say, Miss Lisa. I am looking forward to it. You are an exceptionally amazing musician.

Before rapidly leaving the room she was in wearing her nightgown, Lisa uttered the words "thank you" to Taylor as a way of expressing her appreciation for her help.

Lisa escaped captivity and made her way back to her room after successfully seizing hold of the humongous gown with both of her hands.

She had a long history of finding this activity to be one that brought her a great deal of pleasure. You could get a glimpse of her tearing through the broad corridors at a breakneck speed each time she went shopping for a new article of apparel. Even though there was no one waiting for her on the other side, it made her feel like a princess and like she was racing towards her Prince Charming. Even though there was no one waiting for her, she felt like she was a princess.

Despite the fact that this is laughable, she was genuinely under the impression that this was the situation.

After a long journey, Lisa was relieved to reach her room, where she was taken aback to discover the pixie darting about.

The servant was concerned about their mistress and asked, "Mistress Lisa, where were you?"

The terrified pixie let out a shriek, which caused the little guy's eyes to well up with water and cause him to start crying. "I was concerned about a few things. It gave me chills to think that they would steal you away from me!

"Mona, I promise that you will never be able to force me to turn my back on you," Lisa was effective in calming the pixie by ringing her finger over Mona's tiny skull while she was doing so.

Lisa brought her hand up to her face, made a fist with her fingers, grinned broadly while squeezing her lips together, and then lifted her hand to her face again.

"And what do you have with you, Mistress Lisa? This article of apparel of yours is..." Mona kept her head tilted to the side as she watched Lisa, who had a puzzled look on her face, and stared at her with a blank expression on her face.

"Yes, I am aware of it, Mona," she responded. In addition to this, I want to give you something to look forward to," When Lisa opened her hand, there was a white garment that glistened and had cutouts in the middle of it that resembled off-the-shoulder tops. "Please accept this present from me. Thank you."

When Mona opened her mouth, the floor fell out. She was utterly incapable of speaking. She uttered a sound, but she was unable to string any words together with it. She could never have dreamed, even in her wildest dreams, that she would end up in this position. Even though her eyes were still quite young, tears were already beginning to build up in them.

"Your Majesty... I am indebted to you very lot..." Mona began to say.

Lisa spoke out at that moment to tell them, "It's not from me." John is the one who sent it. Now, go get ready. This is the very first lunch that any of us had ever eaten at this establishment. We will do our best to arrive there on time.