AWWEWNR Chapter 4

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“You look so beautiful, my lady!”

 

Belle exclaimed excitedly.

 

Hanaella was quite pleased with her reflection in the mirror. 

 

Remembering the dresses that had been in fashion before the regression, she sketched them out for herself, altering them slightly to suit her tastes. 

 

When she asked her dressmaker to make it for her, it turned out better than she expected. 

 

However, the dressmaker was surprisingly pleased with how sophisticated the dress turned out.

 

The luxurious white, gold, and black coloring of the dress made Hanaella’s jet-black hair stand out even more. 

 

The line of the dress fell from the waist, making it neither too full nor too skimpy, creating a dress that’s not flashy but elegant and classy. 

 

It was truly a one-of-a-kind dress for the Darkness of Hayden, Hanaella Liv Ariel.

 

“Are you okay?” Hanaella asked Gemma. 

 

Gemma gave her a wry smile, “Actually, I was worried that it would look too shabby compared to the fancy, maxed-out dresses that are all the rage these days. But I was wrong, it really suits you, and you look beautiful.”

 

“I tried to keep the design as modest as possible, since the Princess will be attending this coming-of-age ceremony.”

 

“With all due respect to the Princess, I fear only you will shine at the coming-of-age ceremony.”

 

“And Gemma.”

 

Hanaella smiled shyly. Gemma looked slowly at the dress that Hanaella had designed herself. 

 

It was far more luxurious and beautiful than most of the dresses in the dressing salon. And it was designed as if she knew exactly what kind of dress would complement her dark hair and pale complexion.

 

‘I wonder if she was into that sort of fashion.’ 

 

“What are you planning for jewelry?” Belle asked brightly, 

 

And Gemma answered quickly, “It just so happens that the necklace Master gave for your coming-of-age gift is a diamond, so it will look great with your dress.”

 

“Yes, I think so too.”

 

Hanaella beamed, and Gemma returned the smile, walking over to Hanaella’s dressing table and pulling out a jewelry box.

 

Belle thought a little wistfully, ‘I guess we won’t be visiting a jewelry store,’ and pulled a diamond necklace out of Gemma’s jewelry box and slipped it around Hanaella’s neck.

 

“Oh, my goodness. It goes with you like it was made as a set.”

 

“Wow-it’s beautiful.”

 

“My father’s eye is always spot on.”

 

“I can’t wait for your coming-of-age day, I’m sure there will be a lot of young lords to see how beautiful you are.”

 

At Belle’s words, Gemma looked up at Hanaella and smiled fondly.

 

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“What do you think, Tharo?”

 

Rosaryn asked shyly, looking up at Tharo, dressed in her coming-of-age dress and jewelry. 

 

With her red hair and matching dark red eyes, Rosaryn was both cute and sexy, sensual and innocent.

 

The dress she wore to her coming-of-age ceremony emphasized both her charm and sexiness, but it was classy rather than flashy, giving her a sense of nobility. 

 

Even though it was her coming-of-age ceremony, Rosaryn chose a style that wasn’t too flashy for the occasion, especially since the main character of the ceremony was the Princess. Much like Hanaella.

 

Tharrott, who had been sitting on the couch, looking at papers, glanced up at Rosaryn’s words.

 

A dark blonde with deep brown eyes.

 

Fine, sharp lines that looked like they’d been etched in stone.

 

Pure features and crimson, thin, well-shaped lips that were more beautiful than most women’s.

 

Her beauty was unmistakable, proving that the rumors of a face blessed by the goddess of beauty were not exaggerated.

 

She loved the look on Tharrott’s face, and always found it satisfying to see that beautiful face turned toward her, looking only at her. 

 

It was one of the reasons she had been able to endure the cold glares of the Cathedral’s bastards. 

 

They didn’t like the idea of her using Thearine’s name when she didn’t have any of the Saint’s blood in her. 

 

Of course, it was a bonus to have a good personality as well as a beautiful face.

 

“What, I asked you to check out my dress, and then you came to my room with work?”

 

Rosaryn pouted, and Tharrott smirked, setting the papers down.

 

“You two should leave.”

 

Tharrott waved the maids out of the room as they helped Rosaryn with her dress. Once they were gone, Tharott smiled sweetly at Rosaryn.

 

“You look beautiful, Rose.”

 

“Really?”

 

At his mention of her beauty, Rosaryn’s face instantly brightened. He found her adorable, the way she was able to untangle herself so easily despite being hurt.

 

Slowly, Tharrott rose to his feet and stood behind Rosaryn. 

 

The mirror reflecting the two of them showed how well-matched they were.

 

“Really. It’s blinding.”

 

Whispering in Rosaryn’s ear, Tharrott kissed her neck.

 

“Mmm—” Rosaryn moaned sweetly, clutching the hem of her dress.

 

Seconds later…

 

Tuck—

 

A dazzling red ruby necklace was placed around Rosaryn’s neck.

 

“It’s your coming-of-age present.”

 

Her eyes widened like the eyes of a startled rabbit, and Rosaryn gingerly touched the necklace, impressed by Tharrott’s tone.

 

“I got my coming-of-age present last year.”

 

At her words, Tharrott pressed his lips to her neck again.

 

“That’s true. I’m sorry your coming-of-age was pushed back a year because of the High Priestess, Rose.”

 

“It’s not their fault, Tharo. They’re the ones who’ve been an eyesore since the beginning.”

 

Smooch—

 

Tharrott kissed her earlobe as Rosaryn spoke, “Keep your generosity to yourself.”

 

Smiling weakly at his comment, Rosaryn turned and wrapped her arms around Tharrott’s neck.

 

“I love you, Tharo.”

 

“I do as well.”

 

Without hesitation, his lips captured hers. She clung to his neck, fully embracing his tongue as it thrust inside her. 

 

Rose slipped her hands into his hair as his hands moved to her back and deftly unzipped her dress. Rose’s dress fell to the floor in an instant as Tharo pulled it down.

 

Gently scooping Rose up in his arms, worried about the creases in the dress she would be wearing to her coming-of-age ceremony, Tharo carried her to the bed, set her down gently, and climbed on top of her.

 

“It’s still daylight, Tharo.”

 

Rose said, her face flushed. Tharo stared at her, entirely unpersuaded, and raised a brow.

 

“Can’t I?”

 

Tharo asked, grabbing a handful of Rose’s hair and kissing her savagely. Rose, always vulnerable to such behavior from Tharo, clasped her hands around his cheeks and told him.

 

“It hurts.”

 

“Is that why you hate it?”

 

Tharo asked, leaning in and kissing Rose’s forehead. It was almost childlike.

 

“Of course not.”

 

Rose replied with a smile, and Tharo claimed her lips as if he’d been waiting for it. 

 

Their tongues tangled, and Tharo’s hand gently stroked the nub that stood out through Rose’s silk underwear with his thumb.