Pirate Kingship-Chapter 637 - 450: Dragon Knight and Her Mount (7200 Merged into One)_3
Catherine's eyes lit up, and her weary body and mind were immediately refilled with energy.
She jumped down from the chair, her slender waist swaying as she clacked across the floor in high-heeled slippers to the maids.
Her eyes sparkled as she admired the garments one by one.
Byron had said that once they returned this time, he would have Violet take charge at the headquarters and bring Catherine back to their homeland to be granted her title.
Naturally, Catherine had been preparing early on.
All the pieces before her were the masterpieces of the great fashion designers from the capital of art in the Old Continent, Peridot.
To prevent the embarrassment of noble ladies wearing the same dress at social occasions, they were all unique, custom-made pieces; the clothes were beautiful, and their prices even more so.
When she first heard the prices, even Catherine, used to living frugally, had felt a pang of pain.
But those designers reasoned convincingly:
"In social settings, we honor the clothes before the person.
The best luxury a man can have by his side is a woman.
As long as the woman is glittering with jewelry and branded attire, even if the man is unkempt, no one will look down upon him.
They'll only say, 'Oh, he's rich and has status. What's so great about that? The beautiful woman with him must be after his money!'"
Although it felt like flawed logic, for Byron's sake, Catherine's wallet could not help but unzip itself.
Of course, she used her own private funds.
And she did not just buy for herself—she had ordered two sets of every design in different styles, all themed the same.
One set was for herself, and the other was left for Violet.
"Swan Lake Dream" with the white and black swans; "Sugar Heart Dolls" with their pink and white sisters; "Summer Moonlight's" golden moon and silver moon; "Rose Maiden's" red and white roses...
In those designers' hands, every ensemble perfectly matched the temperament of both women.
"One set for you, one set for me. One set for you, one set for me..."
Catherine, in high spirits, admired the clothes while dividing them into two parts.
Her biggest asset was her magnanimity in all senses of the word.
Although she was two years younger than Violet, she seemed more like the big sister who worried about everything at home.
As she reached the last of the items, she suddenly saw in a separate walnut wood box a pile of colorful little garments. Her cheeks inevitably reddened.
But still, she forced back the embarrassment, took out one piece, and slowly unfolded it.
Under the bright lights, the total fabric of the garment was smaller than a little girl's palm, divided into triangular front and back pieces.
The green gauzy material was so sheer it could be seen through at a glance, with only a few thin red satin ribbons joining the middle.
The matching top was in the same style, revealing more than it concealed, and drawing even more attention to what little it covered.
Just holding it in her hands made Catherine feel her body heating up and her cheeks smoking.
The merchant's words echoed in her ears:
"This is the new line of intimate apparel from our store, already a hit among the titled ladies of Peridot, hailed as a treasure to spice up marital relationships.
To wrap a man around your finger, you only need one set, and if that's not enough, then come back for another.
Trust me, you won't be wrong!"
The usually shrewd Catherine didn't know how she'd gotten so confused, but she had somehow instinctively paid for these "clothes" that cost practically nothing to make.
Not worth it! Absolutely not worth it!
Besides, she reasoned, if one was going to be utterly humiliated, it was better to be utterly humiliated together. She had also bought a double share, splitting with Violet so each of them had five or six pieces.
The difference in their respective garments was clear: Catherine's were for a D-cup, comparable to a small watermelon, and obviously one size larger than Violet's.
After Sherry and the other maids left, Catherine quietly drew the curtains, touched the soft and smooth feel of the small garments, and blushed as she bit her lower lip.
Then, facing the full-length mirror in the room, she impulsively untied her nightgown and slipped on that set of green gauzy intimate apparel.
She even tried to throw a coquettish look at her reflection rather clumsily.
The stunningly beautiful, blonde girl in the mirror made Catherine's heart race—THUMP! THUMP!—for a good while.
It wasn't to the dramatic extent of keeling over from her own beauty. But for the esteemed Flower of the North, who could rival Elizabeth Woodville (The First Beauty of the Channel Islands) for the title of most beautiful woman, to be so breathtakingly gorgeous was indeed practically unfair. Not from any transcendent ability, but from inherent beauty. Especially when paired with undergarments that were more provocative than being naked, even men of steel would melt into submission before her.
Suddenly, the small bit of fabric seemed worth every penny.
According to the pace of The Golden Deer, Byron will be back by the evening the day after tomorrow at the latest. I'll wear this one then. If it weren't for the continuation of the Lancaster Family, I would never wear such clothes for that little rascal Byron to see. Wouldn't that be the death of him by beauty? That's right, it's all for Lancaster. I don't like these kinds of clothes at all, hmph!
After silently appreciating the blushing beauty in the mirror for a short while, Catherine felt her legs grow weak.
She was just about to change out of the shameful little garments.
TICK-TOCK! TICK-TOCK!...
Suddenly, she heard the faint sound of dripping water and wind, and then, a phantom whirlpool of light appeared in the middle of the room.
Obviously, no one else could breach the Golden Law's National Border Lock without a sound.
Catherine panicked and hastily put on the fiery red nightgown, then closed the walnut wood box holding the other dozen or so small garments.
