Lily: The Lady in Flats
Making out with her lover inside her workplace is never a part of her wild imagination. "You know, you're a bad influence..." she managed to say despite his ceaseless smooches. "You're distracting me from my work." "Oh, so it turned out that my beloved's career is my strongest competition around here, after all," he mused out loud with an amused smirk to which she only giggled. "Perhaps, it is." "Too bad for it, though. I've got the upper hand." "Oh, really? How so?" "Well for one, it can't do this." That's when he hoists her up and places her on top of her office desk out of nowhere, making her squeal in surprise. Taken aback, she just returns his knowing look with a baffled one. He then begins kissing her once more - deeper than ever. His arms are tightly locked around her waist while her hands are now splayed across his broad shoulders. She's having a hard time repressing her moans on this one, especially when he seems to be getting better and better at it every time their lips connect. She already had a strong feeling about this when they first did it last night, but his touches, lips and warmth - they're all so intoxicating that she completely forgot again that they're still inside her office. --- Synopsis --- Love and dreams don't just fall from the sky - there are tears to be shed and things to be made right. At the age of sixteen, Lillian Daffodil still has no idea of who she wants to be. Her unladylike mien, peculiar sense of creativity and hoydenish behavior would always keep her from seeing her true charm and ability. Lost and with no destination in mind, underestimated for being a commoner, persecuted by envious peers, and unfortunate in matters of love - a girl could only take so much but even then, she just continued to move forward in hope to find what her heart was seeking all the time. "A Pioneer...?" Little did she know that a significant discovery could change her life forever - Lillian Daffodil soon becomes known as the "Lady of Many Trades" and the first ever fashion model of the empire. Yet just when she firmly decided to focus on her ventures after a series of heartbreaks, the most sought-after bachelors in the city also begin to make romantic advances towards her - Enter the son of a Count who keeps encouraging her to find her passion, a playboy with a sketchy sideline job, a designer who strives to revolutionize the fashion industry, and a travelling peddler with a big secret to reveal. When romance and ambitions come together, a fashion fairytale starts to unfold. --- - Poor-to-Rich Female Lead - Magic and Prophecies - Reverse Harem but not off-the-bat - Strong Female Lead Breaking Stereotypes - Family and Royalty Drama (Cover Photo not mine: Credits to the original artist) --- - Follow me on Instagram (acieetin) - DM me on Discord (Aciee#1841)
Prologue
"Shall I cast a magic spell on you, then?"
Cloaked by the warm rays of twilight, his figure illuminates a sense of mellowness that solaces me. All I can do at that moment is gaze at this compellingly beauteous facet of his - one that's often made inconpicuous by his reserved persona. He's usually not this expressive, yet for some reason, he suddenly starts speaking eloquently.
"What's with that look? You don't believe in magic?"
Then, I chuckle.
"It depends. There are many kinds of magic. Which one are you referring to?" I asked, propping my chin over my palm as I stare at him with amusement.
It's meant to turn out as a passing comment. I only wanted to play along, but then, he just has to rack my brain with thoughtless ideas again when he scoots closer and leans towards me all of the sudden, our noses almost touching.
"A magic that'll make your dreams come true," he mumbled, voice low and smoky.
With such a small gap between us, I can smell his cool water fragrance that gently wafts to my nostrils like some kind of a bewitching potion. It makes quite a good pair with his ambiguous aura, which perfectly accentuates his intellect apparel and mysterious vibes.
"If there's indeed one, I would've already used it ages ago," I managed to retort despite the weird tingles running down my body.
If he acts this way any longer, I'm afraid I might get misled and come up with a wrong assumption - for the hundredth time, that is.
"This one's special, though. I'll be the one casting the magic. Don't you want to find your passion?"
Again, I chuckle at him.
As soon as he dropped those words, I figured out that he's just saying these to comfort me after all those ravaging mischiefs and futile do-overs I've gotten myself into. He has really become my living diary by now. He knows what I'm going through since I always confide in him. Even so, I didn't expect him to be the type to treat magic as a consoling concept. He turns out to be more peculiar than me, it seems.
My train of thoughts then abruptly halted when I suddenly feel his soft, warm lips land on my forehead.
"H-Hey, what are you-?"
Flustered and taken aback, I can only flail my hands around, cheeks tinged with a faint pink. It feels like I'm being caressed by a gentle gust of the summer wind - a heartwarming feeling and exhilarating sensation. The contact seems to be just as fleeting as this encounter, lasting for a brief moment before he finally backs away. Then, he beams at me with a dazzling smile that rivals the sun, his unclouded irises gleaming like rare jewels.
"May all your dreams come true, Lily. I'll be cheering for you..."