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Chapter 278 The Dress for the Engagement Ceremony

In aristocratic etiquette, the engagement ceremony is held by the party with the lower title, and the formal wedding ceremony is held by the party with the higher title.

The engagement ceremony between Safi and Fred is naturally in charge of the prime minister's side, and the most important thing in the prime minister's mansion within half a year is the engagement.

Naturally, the engagement dress was also prepared by the Prime Minister's Mansion, from design to fabric selection to final production without the slightest mistake.

Safi sent a car to take Felisa to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The gatekeeper of the prime minister's mansion already knew Felisa, and he didn't need to notify her, so he let her in. The carriage passed through the garden and stopped in front of the house.

The maid thoughtfully stepped forward to help Felisa out of the carriage, and led her to the hall where the ball was held.

The hall used to hold the ball is at least [-] square meters. How many people did Safi invite to design dresses for her?

"Miss Safi didn't designate any designer to design," the maid in charge of guiding the way explained to her with a smile, "but adopted the method of audition, hoping to break the stereotype of nobles choosing designers." situation."

Felisa tilted her head and thought for a while, then she understood what Safi meant.

Among the aristocrats, famous designers were also born in the aristocracy. After all, art, no matter in which time and space it is, is a money-burning thing. Even if ordinary people are talented, but they do not have enough resources to cultivate, it is difficult to have enough aesthetics. Only nobles know what nobles like best. After all, they all grew up with the same education, not to mention that for nobles, clothes designed by commoners are not worthy for him to wear.

But in Safi's view, the design ideas of noble designers have solidified now, and the products they design cannot be said to be unsightly, but rather boring and uninnovative, and it is difficult to see any fundamental innovations.Safi wants to break the monopoly of the nobles, so he naturally needs to give civilian designers the opportunity to make them stand out. Besides, the wind direction of the royal city has always been based on the royal family, and what the royal family likes will definitely become the next fashion. If Safi Choosing civilian designers for the first time will make quite a few people follow suit.

Safi has to consider the impact of her actions at all times. Felisa feels that she cannot adapt to this way of living.

This kind of behavior was ridiculed by many nobles. Although Fred and Safi are trying their best to break the boundary between nobles and commoners, many nobles think highly of themselves from the bottom of their hearts, thinking that they are different from commoners. As a matter of course, civilians should be trampled underfoot.

Some nobles nicknamed Safi: The Dregsy Crown Princess, which means that she wears clothes designed by commoners, and dirt and dregs will fall from her body at any time.

The ridicule towards Safi has undoubtedly spread to Felisa. After all, Felisa is not much different from ordinary people in the eyes of other nobles. She has a smell of earth on her body. It couldn't be more suitable.

Felisa just smiled and didn't care about this behavior of saying that grapes are sour because she can't eat grapes.

The party hall, which can accommodate about 100 to [-] people, is full of clothing racks and wooden sculpture display stands, and Felisa is dazzled by all kinds of dresses.

Safi is in the center of the banquet hall, where a comfortable couch and coffee table are placed, and there are fruits and other snacks on the coffee table.

"Ferissa." Safi beckoned for Felisa to come and sit down, and the maid standing behind Safi quickly offered her her favorite black tea and a blanket on her lap.

"Thank you." After thanking Felisa politely, she slumped on the back of the sofa without any image, took off her shoes, shrank her feet onto the sofa, and then her eyes were attracted by a thick thread-bound book on the table.

Noticing Felisa's gaze, Safi handed her the thread-bound book: "This is the design draft of all the designers, you should take a look first."

"Okay." Felisa responded briskly, and took the thread-bound book. She was really curious about the design draft this time.

The Prime Minister's Mansion's approach this time is a bit like the bidding in her previous life. It first issued an announcement, briefly explaining Safi's requirements for the dress design this time, as well as various physical data such as height and weight, and then the designer submitted the design drawings and samples. Take it to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the Prime Minister's Mansion is responsible for sealing and keeping it until the time expires.

Flicking through several design drafts, Felisa frowned: "Don't these people read the design requirements?"

Safi's request for this engagement dress is simple and elegant, but these designs still look like a huge multi-layered cake, and the head accessories are also dazzling, and the towering wigs are extremely hot eyes.

"It's just that the understanding is inconsistent," Safi said lightly, "There is no need to be harsh."

That's right, in the eyes of these people, these designs may already be regarded as simple and elegant. After all, in their concept, the crown prince's engagement cannot be overstated.

If Safi wants to reverse this extravagant trend, he should lead by example and use this engagement ceremony to tell everyone that even simple can be beautiful enough.

Seeing that Safi still didn't intend to ask anyone to come in, Felisa couldn't help but asked suspiciously: "Is there anyone else who hasn't come?"

Logically speaking, Safi didn't have any other close female friends, so there was no need to wait any longer.

Safi glanced at the time: "Nancy and Ulysses are coming."

Hmm... It's no wonder why Felisa deliberately ignored Nancy. Nancy seemed to be someone who wouldn't be interested in choosing clothes. Let her sit here and carefully choose the dress. She still suffers.

So Ulysses is here to oversee the work.

"Yuri intends to hand over all the intelligence work in his hands." Safi said suddenly.

Felisa looked at Safi inexplicably, and didn't understand how she brought up this matter at this time, and Felisa didn't think she could know about this matter.

The maid who had been present quietly retreated out at some point, leaving only Safi and Felisa behind.

"Why... tell me this?" Felisa asked puzzled.

"The person who took over is Vincent." Safi added.

Felisa suddenly realized that, thinking about it carefully, she had indeed had no news about Vincent for a long time, as if she had disappeared from this world out of thin air.

Like Azarez, no trace of him was left anywhere.

Safi probably wanted to mention Azales, but she was afraid of making Felisa sad by mentioning it directly, so she had to mention it obliquely.

Felisa sighed. In fact, she didn't need to be so careful, she wasn't that fragile.

She guessed that Safi wanted to explain to her why the traces of Azarez were erased.

As Felisa's identity, there is actually no need to explain this to her. Presumably Safi was worried about her, so she racked her brains to explain a few words to her.

"Azalez...is he from the Demon Race?" She asked directly without going around the bush.

(End of this chapter)