Chapter 82

The sunlight spilled through the bathroom window like a spring day. Camellia stood up from the fragrance-filled tub, and Pipi immediately attended to her with a towel and oils. Lia's pale skin glowed as Pipi applied the oil. The bruises on her body had all but faded, for Claude obtained an ointment particularly effective for bruises and rubbed it over her body every night.

Lia put on her underwear, stockings, garters, then a corset. When Pipi cinched the laces, Lia gasped at the tightness. It was different from what she was used to.

The dress Rosina had gifted her was thankfully restored to its magnificence under Pipi's skillful hands.

"Pipi, why don't you open a clothes shop someday? I think you'd do amazingly," Lia remarked. "Your needlework is so detailed, and you've got such a keen eye."

Pipi smiled wistfully, holding onto the dress. "I don't have the money for that. I barely have enough to put food on the table."