The Struggle of a Girl

It was a dress that an actress usually wore when they wanted to catch everyone's attention. But even though an actress gave such a seductive outfit quite strange, according to Stephanie. The clothes had an overly specific character aura.

Este studied herself in the mirror on one side of the buffer room, thinking the light purple dress didn't match her brick red wig. She felt that it was a good idea. After all, when compared to Lisa, Este's breasts are much more significant. The appearance of her boobs seemed ready to explode because it was made so tight.

"I think your chest size looks a lot bigger compared to before. It was too dangerous to walk in those clothes. Don't you have any other clothes?"

Harmony came over and touched the chest of the dress, trying to cover all the cleavage it might see. She had so much concern for Este.

"There isn't any. The other two dresses are so loose, and this is the only thing I can wear. Does this dress look too much?" she said with a bit of emotion.

Este appeared bold, but there was no other way. So, Stephanie mumbled helplessly, "You don't have time; you can add something to your chest. Let's try to cover it with this cloth."

Stephanie then took temporary measures. The woman now tucked the cloth into the neckline when Este lowered her head. She added a striking crimson fabric to the interior of the purple dress.

Afterwards, Este left the buffer room and headed for the VIP seats. She even hypnotised herself by saying that her clothes matched her wig.

***

Prince Edgar Carl Zeiss Arthur was the most famous person in the area. He had inherited the Zeiss Kingdom at a young age.

The man also sometimes visits the Opera Empress for entertainment which he finds very dull because he always loses bets against his cousin, Marquis Arnold. The actresses may look appetising, but their songs sound very bad to his ears. Now, the prince looked back at the man with a face full of terrible disgust.

"They stare at me too much. Do people like us have no self-respect to be treated like this?" said the prince.

The nobleman was irritated by the stares he received. So he decided to bury himself deep under the chair and had the curtains lowered until the show started.

Marquis Connor Arnold, who knew the nature of his cousin, couldn't help but smile. He looked at her in nervousness. The man was always impressed by his cousin's shiny dark hair with silver eyes, even though he was trying to close himself while making incoherent comments.

"That's why you should show your good looks as often as possible. Because you like to limit yourself at home, that's why people get worried every time you step out," he said.

The prince sighed with satisfaction when the curtains were lowered and now hidden. He then ordered someone to bring him his favourite wine. The prince watched Marquis Arnold casually stare at his servant call a type of wine from another servant who was indeed guarding the door.

"You know I don't enjoy things like this, but you still want me to see it, don't you? I always lose bets to you, but it feels like this request has gone too many times. I'm getting bored myself," said the prince.

"We are here to enjoy trending entertainment. It's not as bad as you think. Because you are here, you can meet Maire. I don't know when your relationship will end, but she's still your official girlfriend, isn't she?" said Marquis Arnold grinning.

The man now called for his servant as Prince Carl Zeiss pretended not to hear anything. "Jared, when Jill brings Lisa a bouquet, come with her and give one to Maire too. It looks like there's still one light garland in the carriage. If you don't have one, then buy it."

Even though the prince stared coldly, Marquis Arnold urged Jared again until Prince Carl Zeiss raised his voice, "Why did you do something useless? Jared, stop it."

"Before the bad rumours about your master spread, bring him a bouquet. Find the one that looks the best. If a lover comes to their partner's workplace and leaves without seeing the face or leaving a present, they will be subject to criticism. No matter how much you ignore everything. You think of him as a high-end pimp, but that wouldn't look good. So, Jared keeps doing what I say," said Marquis Arnold.

The prince shut his mouth after his cousin's scathing remark; Jared left with the maid. As Jared walked away, Este stepped into the room with the wine Prince Carl Zeiss ordered.

She opened the heavy door carved with colourful decorations, then slowly walked in and looked for the maid who was there with an ominous look. Este had been sick since earlier but couldn't see the maid who was supposed to be waiting by the door.

"Bring it here!" the prince orders.

Este, standing at the entrance, was starting to feel anxious. She heard a cold voice from inside that called out to her. She hesitated momentarily at the sudden order, for the girl had never served the nobles. However, Este couldn't ignore the orders the nobleman gave her.

Este stared at the bottle of wine anxiously for a moment, and then she immediately rushed over to it. The girl desperately wanted to hear the prince telling her to stop wasting time, but she held the bottle of wine directly in her hand. She tried to open the bottle cap, but unfortunately, it didn't work. From the looks of it, the lid seemed to require only a slight tug, but even though she tried, it felt like it didn't move, and Este was embarrassed by this unexpected predicament.

The thought of pouring the wine made her retreat before the prince gave another order. The two noble-status men had to wait a long time, disturbing his mind.

Hastily, Este placed the bottle of wine between her thighs. It didn't matter whether the two men were watching her behaviour. Este tried to pull the plug that was clogging with all her strength.

"Pong." Her effort was reasonable enough to unplug it, but the excessive force sent the bottle of wine flying onto the knees of the prince right next to her.

**To Be Continued**