Bad Luck
"What do you think, Your Grace? Does the uniform look good?" Lamia smiled broadly, looking so proud of her homemade uniform.
When Damian and his subordinates entered Roxana's office, she almost choked on her hot tea because she was surprised at their appearance.
Lamia hurriedly gave Roxana a handkerchief to clean the spilled tea. She looked disappointed with her Duchess' response because she thought Roxana didn't like the uniform.
However, Roxana actually liked that uniform. She did not speak for a while as she wanted to assuage the feeling of awe in her heart.
"You like it that much?" Damian raised one of his eyebrows, taking a pose to tease his Duchess. "Oh, Roxie, you really admire my good looks."
Roxana slammed the table, making her teacup fall to the floor. A blush almost covered her entire face. Even her face felt so hot from embarrassment. "Stop reading my mind!"