The Devil Reminiscence II

She looked down at her dress. Though it was still appropriate, the top of her dress was too low, and people could see the fold between her breasts. Edward's comment made her feel uncomfortable, and she thought it was inappropriate of him to make such remarks. 

She fixed her gaze on him and replied, "But this was a trend in the noble circle." Beatrice spoke firmly, emphasizing that using a too-covered dress was not trendy anymore.

Edward just smiled and said, "But I like it more, it reminds me of our time together a long time ago." His words made her feel even more uneasy. 

He seemed to suggest that she had changed and he missed the old her. The one that did not have the confidence to wear a more revealing dress and use covered clothes like a nun.

"Well, but I like this trend now," Beatrice said emphasizing on "now".

Beatrice couldn't help but feel disappointed with Edward, the man who was supposed to be her future husband. He seemed to make her more insecure and uncertain about even the simplest decisions, like what dress to wear. 

It was a stark contrast to the man of her dreams, who exuded an undeniable desire and hunger for her. In her dream, the man's gaze upon her was unlike any other, full of a primal need that made her feel wanted and desired. 

Surprisingly, this gaze didn't scare her; rather, it made her crave it even more. With every touch, she felt confident that she was desired, and it was a feeling she wanted to hold onto.

Beatrice couldn't help but feel guilty for having such vivid dreams about an unknown man. However, in moments like this, she couldn't bring herself to feel remorse. 

It was hard not to compare the two men in her life, but the dream man just seemed to ignite a fire within her that Edward couldn't quite match.

"I'm terribly sorry if I've made you feel uncomfortable," Edward said, his tone sincere as he took Beatrice's hand in his. "I never want to make you feel anything less than cherished and respected."

Beatrice looked into Edward's eyes and felt a wave of guilt wash over her. "No, it's not your fault, Edward. I'm sorry for overreacting," she said, squeezing his hand gently.

Beatrice felt her irritation ease at his heartfelt apology, and she smiled gratefully at him. It was hard to stay angry at Edward when he was trying so hard to make amends.

As if to prove his sincerity, Edward gestured to one of the nearby servants to bring over a large white box. "This is the dress and jewelry for tomorrow's ball," he explained, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "I saw it and thought of you immediately. I think it will look stunning on you."

 "Thank you Edward, it means so much to me," Beatrice said with an excited smile. As she held the box in her hands, she felt a sense of warmth and gratitude towards him that she couldn't quite explain.

The atmosphere between Beatrice and Edward had become more relaxed and comfortable, and they spent the rest of their time enjoying each other's company over tea and delicious cake. 

As they chatted, the stunning view of the lake served as a picturesque backdrop, with the gentle breeze causing the trees to sway and dance in the sunlight.

…

As Beatrice eagerly opened the box, her heart pounding with anticipation, all of the excitement and gratitude toward Edward suddenly dissipated. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she realized what was inside - just a plain dress.

"This!" she exclaimed in annoyance, her voice laced with frustration. "Sophie! Get my back-up dress for me to go to the ball!" she snapped at the poor servant, unable to hide her disappointment.

'I don't believe he gives me this! I would be a joke in the ball if I used it,' Beatrice thought to herself. 

Beatrice couldn't believe her eyes as she gazed upon the plain blue dress that lay before her. It was hardly befitting of the occasion and she couldn't imagine showing up in such an unremarkable outfit.

But then, she caught sight of the jewelry and a smile spread across her face. At least it was still trendy. Beatrice was grateful to have that dress in her wardrobe as a backup plan.

…

Crystal Grand Ballroom was the most magnificent and opulent ballroom in all of the Avaloria Kingdom. The crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a warm and inviting glow across the room. 

The mirrored panels that adorned the walls and ceiling created a mesmerizing reflection of the guests' attire, making everyone look even more radiant.

The air was filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter, accompanied by the sweet melody of the orchestra. Beatrice stood in the middle of it all, feeling like the center of attention. 

Beatrice's deep blue dress was a masterpiece, designed to perfection. The off-the-shoulder neckline revealed just enough skin to make her look alluring, while the chiffon overlay added a touch of sophistication to the attire. 

The way it flowed around her arms and shoulders was like a dream, creating a stunning ethereal effect. As Beatrice moved across the ballroom, her dress followed her lead. 

The chiffon swayed with every step, making her look like she was gliding effortlessly. The fitted bodice emphasized her curves, making her look like a true goddess. And as the wide low part of the skirt flowed around her legs beautifully.

Her shapely hands were concealed by a pair of delicate silk gloves, while her hair was swept to one side in soft waves with a small section braided from the hairline to the ends. A blue sapphire hairpin adorned her hair, adding to her charm and sophistication.

As she entered the room, all eyes were on her, and she became the center of attention. Even Edward was taken aback by her stunning beauty.

As Edward and Beatrice swirled across the dance floor, their steps in perfect synchronization with the beautiful waltz, Edward couldn't help but notice something off about Beatrice's dress. 

With a furrowed brow, he asked her in a concerned tone, "Beatrice, what happened to the dress I gave you?"

Beatrice's smile faltered for a moment, her eyes downcast as she replied, "Well, it was damaged because of how thin and plain the garment was."

Edward let out a frustrated sigh, the corners of his mouth turning downward. 'I will give you more dresses with great quality fabrics in the future," he said, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.

Beatrice simply chuckled and shook her head. "Ah well, I hope it doesn't get damaged again," she said as she leaned her head into Edward's shoulder, taking in the scent of his cologne as they danced together.

After dancing the night away with Edward, Beatrice graciously excused herself to join a group of noble ladies. As she approached, the women's eyes widened in admiration of her stunning dress, which seemed to sparkle and shine under the glittering chandeliers of the ballroom. 

They complimented her on her elegance and grace on the dance floor, especially with Edward as her partner.

"Lady Beatrice has become so confident lately. All of your dress choices are amazing. It must be because of the third prince," said Lady Elana, giving a genuine compliment.