Aideen?

As Beatrice's fingers laced up the elegant corset, Aideen could not help but quietly gasp every time the woman's gloved hands touched her bare skin. The pleasant feeling of the dress's fine fabric was already overwhelming enough, but the shop assistant's gentle care added to the mix of such overflowing sensations.

Certainly, the maids, including the kind and warm Bella, had helped the princess dress up before, but this time, it was entirely different.

It was the very first time Aideen Ruan tried on a wedding dress.

Even when she married Count Constantine Crueder, she did not have a wedding. She was practically sold to him, thrown into his greedy hands like a piece of meat. Flawed meat, as his maids liked to refer to her whenever the topic of the poor blind princess was brought up in his mansion.