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HE/HEROINE AND MY VILLAINESS
(1,2,3 DON'T FORGET YOU ARE STRONG AND FREE)
*Vendia Chamber*
"How is she?" Mother asks.
"Her vital organs are functioning well, and her progress is fast, but her memories are still unstable," The physician mentioned.
"Right, so what should we do?" Father asks.
"I suggest you let her be around people she knew before and stay with you both all the time so her memory can come back,"
"What is the possibility that my daughter's memory will go back?"
"I am still uncertain, my Lord. It's my first time having this somewhat patient," The old physician confesses.
"But there's a chance, right?" Mother blending in-filled with concern.
"Wife," Father says wearing, a face of uncertainty.
"There is, Right?" Mother assorted.
"Mother..." I can't say that I will gain my memories back because I can't. I'm not Vendia. I'm not your daughter.
"Wife, keep calm. She will regain her memory back, okay?" Father comforts and assures Mother while I look at them, feeling apologetic.
'I'm sorry...'
*TOWN*
"Wow... so many dresses,"
"You like it?" Mother claims, and I nodded as an answer. Feeling amused and entertained by the beauty of these dresses.
"Greetings Madame, what can we do for you today?"
'Oh, this must be the owner of this shop,'
"Oh yes, I want a dress for my daughter, Vendia. Do you have something that fits her?"
"Yes, we have, but may I ask what it is for?"
"For the Imperials party,"
"Oh, that's okay, don't worry, I'll take care of it. Your daughter will be a shining star at the party tomorrow,"
"I expect so,"
"Come here, sweetheart, let's get you a gown that satisfies you and impresses your mother. Shall we?"
'By any chance, is he gay? Oh, but don't misinterpret my question. I supported LGBTQ advocates at home in my past life. It's just odd to see one here,' Yerre thought.
"Okay," I answered, following him to the dressing room.
"Okay, first let me get my assistant to take your measurement,"
A moment later,
"Oh my god, you have such a perfect waist and body. I'm jealous."
'Uh...' I feel uncomfortable about this.
"Okay here, try this first dress," I nod and try on the beautiful, modest gown. After that, I then got out of the dressing room and showed the first gown to my mother.
"Oh, my..." My mother mused.
"My god, Young Miss. You look beautiful." Mary said, getting stunned by my beauty.
'Uh... I'm not used to this kind of treatment,' I blushed and confessed, not good at receiving compliments.
"The dress is heavy, warm, and uncomfortable," I murmur to myself, complaining.
"Oh my, we'll take that dress," My mother proclaims.
"Are you certain, madam?"
"Yes, how can I reject such, well-designed dress for my daughter?" Her assorted.
Mary can't stop looking at me because I am sparkling with this dress, and I said it so because I saw myself in the mirror beside them, and I saw myself.
"I can't believe it, I look like a goddess," I talk to myself, shocked.
'But this body is not mine, this is Venida's body,' I bring myself back to reality,
Vendia, you are beautiful. I don't know why the prince didn't have a single feeling for you. The prince must be blind and a total idiot for not seeing your beauty.
"How was it? Sweetheart, do you like the gown?" Mother asks, and I smile at her because I don't want to answer. I don't want to hurt her feelings.
"Madam, I think she likes to wear more other designs," Mary whispers,
"Oh, is there a better design than this?" Mother asks,
"Ah, yes. There is, Madam,"
"Okay, bring it out. I want to see it worn by my daughter,"
"Okay next dress, come, darling, let's get your second dress,"
The next dress I put on is a couture sequins ball gown.
"Oh, my! My daughter, you are gorgeous," Mother said, feeling so satisfied and amused.
"Miss, you're so perfect... you look like a goddess," Mary confesses as she wears sparkling eyes while looking at me.
"Uh... HAHA," I fidgety reply.
Yes, I accept all your compliments and all, but I'm tired and exhausted. This dress is heavy. I want to go home now, please.
"Thank you..." I fake smiled.
"We'll take that dress, too."
'WHAT?' I look towards my mother, looking dumbfounded.
"Yes, we'll prepare it right away, Madam,"
"Yes, thank you. Is there more?" Mother asks,
'Oh no...' dreadful
"Yes, there's more. Come, darling, let's change you up into another dress,"
"Yes..." I cried as I followed them back to the dressing and fitting room.
They made me try to wear a distinct style of dresses and gowns. You can name every dress and ball gowns I've tried. The first one is a shiny long sleeve lace-up ball gown. Then the second one is a Muslim blush pink beaded dress.
'Then the third one is a tulle outstanding pink dress, and the fourth is a lace applied, with flower chapel train pretty ball, is a luxurious dress and gown.'
*Carriage*
"Oh, my daughter, you looked pretty and perfect wearing those dresses. I ended up purchasing it all," Mother implied.
'Ah... I feel so burdened,' I thought with dread.
"What's wrong? Why do you look so sad?"
"Mother, I'm sorry because of me, you ended up buying it all."
"Oh my, is that why you're looking so dreadful?"
"... Yes," I confessed, not denying it.
"Oh, my daughter, it's all right..."
No, I don't think it's necessary. Back in my previous life, I used to purchase things that were only needed. I'm a practical person, and I always believe that purchasing unnecessary goods and items is a waste of money and time.
"I buy it all because I want you to have it all. Okay? And besides, it's my first time shopping with you and buying your dresses. Before you always refuse to go shopping with me, and you're always not home. But having you beside me right now spending time with me made me feel delighted," She implies as I looked at her.
'Right, I almost forgot,'
Vendia and her parents don't have a close relationship. Because she is always going around chasing, bothering the prince and cathlen. Madam Rose must have felt neglected by her daughter.
'But, I'm not Vendia. And from now on, I will make you all happy,'
I smiled and looked at her as I felt empathetic and glad towards her.
"I'm happy to spend my day with you today too, mother," I hug her for one minute then look to where Mary is,
"Oh, she is sleeping," I blurted out as my mother broke the hug.
"She must have tired herself out; she keeps complimenting you with such heartfelt words every time you go out into the dressing room."
"Yeah..." I smile and feel warm inside as I look at Mary, who sleeps.
"Such a sweet young girl," Mother mentioned.
"Mother, how old is Mary?"
"She is the same as your age,"
"For real?"
"Yes, your 21, and she's also 21,"
"Oh, no wonder why we get along so well,"
"Yes, you do," I smile, then lay my head on my mother's right shoulder, resting for a while.
'I wonder what kind of life Alda has here... I miss her so much,' I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
To be continued.
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