The next day.
The engagement part was thrown.
Winifred woke up early, determined to look her best for the occasion.
The maids bustled in, ready to help her get dressed.
"Where's Edison?" Winifred looked around anxiously, but Edison was nowhere to be seen. Frustrated, she snapped at a servant, "Go and fetch him. I need him to help me with my makeup."
The maid hurried off to Edison's palace.
He was already awake. He got the message and hummed indifferently.
He couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the engagement ceremony. He looked down at the maid and said, "You know what to do."
"Yes," the maid said respectfully, "Rest assured, Prince Edison. I'll take care of it."
Edison closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were filled with unconcealable coldness and ridicule. "Let's go and meet my fiancée."
When he arrived, Winifred had just started applying her makeup.