Two-Faced Princess-Chapter 178
She heard that this silly princess rarely walked around outside the palace herself.
Madame Jensen and her staff waited for the precious guest, nervous about the unexpected.
As soon as the two guests entered during their time of reservation, Madame Jensen had no choice but to look at them with wide eyes.
Had it not been for her professionalism helping her come to her senses in a flash, she would have committed the sin of staring at customers for the first time in her career.
Two men and women entered.
One was Apollonia, the princess she had been waiting for.
She was much more beautiful than the portrait Madame Jensen had seen.
Her strange, sparkling aura compelled her to lower her gaze in her presence.
The princess’ outfit was too plain but her attitude and speech were impeccably elegant.
Her eyes resembling the sunset added a sense of mystery to her appearance.
However, it was the man next to her that made Madame Jensen’s jaw hanging open.
His rare silver hair shone brilliantly even before he entered her boutique.
The arch of his eyebrows, straight nose, sharp jawline, and blood-red lips was seductive even if they stayed still.
After introducing the handsome man as Count Uriel Buiche, she began to order.
“This person needs something to wear at the empire’s victory celebration. It can be any color except for white.”
She glanced at the Count and saw him nodding with such determination.
He seemed to hate white very much.
“Please choose a different color that suits me.”
Madame Jensen usually hated this kind of ambiguous request.
When she was younger, many aristocrats had asked her to pick the right one for them.
They kept changing their clothes multiple times while whining about why they couldn’t have the match that they wanted.
Of course, no one showed such an attitude toward the current Madame Jensen.
But on that day, she was ecstatic with the man’s vagueness.
The moment Madame Jensen saw his face, she remembered dozens or hundreds of clothes she wanted to try on him.
It was obvious that all the men’s clothing she designed so far was for this particular moment.
“Well, it’ll take some time, so let’s have a cup of tea.”
Madame Jensen tried to be professional, although she was briefly distracted.
She coughed once before managing her countenance perfectly.
No.
She was confident that she had maintained a ‘chic’ face to the point where she got worried if she looked too cold.
In order to suppress her excitement, Madame Jensen gracefully disappeared behind the salon after her polite greeting.
“Blue suits you the best, milord.”
They were likely to be buried in hundreds of tailcoats.
As soon as Madame Jensen saw Uriel, her mouth appeared almost ripped from grinning too much before she rolled into the back of the salon.
Then, she brought endless uniforms and tuxedos from out of nowhere.
Inside, there were clothes suitable for banquets and casual events as well as colorful theater costumes for actors.
Madame Jensen separated them to the side, constantly laughing and making excuses.
“Ah, just in case you didn’t know. Once you put it on, other inspiration might come to mind.”
Apollonia recalled the light blue uniform Uriel had worn at the royal hunting party a few years ago.
He had caught the eye of men and women of all ages.
“Then I’ll buy blue the blue one.”
Uriel, who begged her to go and buy some clothes with him, didn’t even try to choose.
He only looked at Apollonia’s reaction.
The princess’ smile became radiant if she particularly liked his outfit.
“Oh, blue! You have to try blue!”
Madame Jensen took off his light-colored jacket and picked up another one.
“Didn’t I tell you that I hated white?” Uriel grumbled.
“Ivory and white are different, milord.” Madame Jensen’s tone made him feel ignorant.
“The color blue has a wide spectrum. You can wear light blue, turquoise, or dark blue. What kind of fabric do you want? These days, silk is better than velvet——”
Apollonia seemed to understand Madame Jensen’s mind but she still thought Uriel would look good in all of those colors.
“It really suits you.”
Apollonia was stunned for a moment when she saw Uriel’s eighth dark blue tuxedo.
The suit had the same color as his eyes, matching Uriel’s cool countenance.
She simply considered him beautiful in the past but Uriel seemed intimidating now when he completely took off his shirt in front of her that she went still.
He matched with the cool-looking fabric, creating a unique atmosphere.
Of course, the same was true of all the seven clothes he had worn before.
Madame Jensen wanted Uriel to try all the men’s clothes in her store, but she had no choice but to settle with the eight suits that would fit him best so as not to annoy Count Buiche.
Uriel’s eyes were perfect.
