A mere substitute

28th March—the day of Lance Conglomerate's First Anniversary banquet.

It was almost unbelievable how fast time had flown. 

In her room, Shera tried on gown after gown, but none of them satisfied her eyes. She had already had a gown made specifically for her beforehand. However, due to Ash's carelessness, the cream-colored gown was now stained with red wine. 

The young woman had carried the gown and dashed off to the stylist. It was not sure what could be done to it in such a short time, but whatever it was, she was not going to depend on it. 

"This is when a fairy godmother should appear and make me a gorgeous gown out of thin air, and a pair of glass slippers. Of course, she can skip the part where she creates a carriage using a pumpkin and horsemen from lizards—doesn't that make work easier?" She sighed out of boredom.