Be a matchmaker in an otome game

Chapter 279 Start Picking Dresses

"You know?" Safi sat up straight and looked at Felisa with a solemn expression. For a moment, she didn't dare to guess whether Felisa really knew the true identity of Azalez.

She hoped that Felisa didn't know about it. If Felisa knew Azarez's identity and was still inseparable from him, and even developed feelings for him, then her loyalty to the human race would be questionable.

Fortunately, Felisa shook her head: "I'm just... guessing."

"Oh?" Safi raised her eyebrows and elongated the ending sound for no apparent reason, and she didn't know if she believed what Felisa said.

"I went back and thought about it for a long time...the reason why he was not allowed to appear in the human records," Felisa curled her lips bitterly, "I can't think of any other reasons...and there are some traces of it before, just I didn't think much of it."

The dean doesn't care whether an ordinary student graduates early, unless the student's status is unusual, which makes the dean pay attention to him.

What kind of identity can make the head of the academy pay special attention to it? Either it is of a higher class than the head of the academy, or it is... a demon.

The head of the academy is already the top group of nobles. After all, his wife is a princess, and Azalez cannot be a royal, so there is only one possibility left.

Asalez doesn't have much respect for Fred. Even though he behaved very obediently and kept the subordinates obedient to the superiors, he couldn't hide his attitude in his bones. For example, he always called Fred directly. Fred's name, for example, he would always say "You Human Race" when evaluating, and such small details were not shown in front of other people, but how could they hide it from Felisa.

Felisa didn't take these trivial matters seriously, perhaps because she didn't want to pursue them subconsciously. If she pursued them, she would tear away the illusion of camouflage and destroy the current peace.

There is no doubt that this is just deluding herself, and now she is just finally facing reality.

If it wasn't for Safi, she would never admit this, after all, life is important.

Safi believed her, not only because of emotional and subjective belief, but also from an objective analysis, Felisa did not seem to know the truth.

but……

"Don't say these words anymore," Safi shook his head, and told him very seriously, "Don't even say a single word to His Highness."

People's hearts are changeable, and Safi can't guarantee that Fred won't have any doubts about Felisa in the future. All she can do is to protect Felisa as much as possible.

Felisa also understood this truth, if Safi hadn't mentioned it, she would not even have said it.

Not long after this topic was over, Nancy and Ulysses also arrived.

Seeing the displeasure on Nancy's face, it was clear that she couldn't think of it, and it was Ulysses who was pulling her with great interest.

"Senior, Nancy." Felisa stood up and said hello.

Ulysses was obviously in a good mood and gave Felisa a wink, but Felisa ignored it expressionlessly, pretending not to see it.

"Yuri," Safi snapped angrily, "Be serious!"

"It's a ghost if he can be serious." Nancy shook off Ulysses' hand in resentment, sat down on the sofa angrily, fell back, and put her legs on the ground in a shapeless manner. On the coffee table.

Safi's head hurt even more: "Put your feet down for me."

Nancy curled her lips, and put her feet off the coffee table according to her words.

Ulysses had long since quarreled with Nancy, but now Ulysses didn't seem to care whether she was sitting or not, and even graciously offered to help her. She peeled an orange and put it near her.

Not seeing.

"I don't want to eat," Nancy pushed Ulysses' hand willfully, and said angrily, "I even made an appointment with someone to run a horse race today."

Obviously, Nancy was dragged here by Ulysses.

"They're all men," Ulysses muttered, and when Nancy's unhappy eyes swept over, he changed his face and coaxed softly, "Our engagement ceremony is about to be decided, let's pick one first." How about choosing a dress?"

"Wait?" Felisa couldn't help interrupting, "Are you two getting engaged?"

"Yes."

"No."

The result was two different answers.

Fortunately, Safi is reliable. She explained to Felisa: "The marriage contract between the two of them has been confirmed to be implemented. At present, the two parties are discussing after my engagement ceremony, and then decide on the specific time. Nancy personally My opinion is that it's too early and I don't want to get engaged now."

But Ulysses clearly didn't want to wait any longer and couldn't wait to get the relationship nailed down.

"I just think it's too troublesome," Nancy said angrily, "Is there something you can't decide? You have to drag me to do something."

It's not that Nancy doesn't want to get engaged, or that she doesn't care about getting engaged or getting married, she just wants to do it in one step and omit the intermediate process.

Safi ignored her complaints, turned to the maid who led them, and said, "Go and get the "History of War" on my desk and give it to Nancy."

With this book, Nancy would probably be able to sit here peacefully for half a day.

After the maid brought the book, Safi clapped her hands: "Bring in the first designer."

The order in which the designers were introduced was from high to low according to their status. The first designer was a lady from the Duke's family. She walked in and greeted Safi with a smile on her face. He called Safi by his name intimately, pretending that the two knew each other very well, and then smiled at Ulysses: "Oh, Ulysses is here too."

As for Nancy and Felisa, she ignored them from head to toe.

Safi smiled faintly, and without waiting for her follow-up introduction, she directly crossed this person off the list.

In fact, the designer mentioned very little about her design in the following discussion, and talked more about the friendship between her family and Safi’s family, and kindly invited Safi to their dance party.

After finally inviting this enthusiastic designer lady away, Safi shook her head, glanced at the huge decorated cake on the design draft, and smiled sarcastically.

It seems that she is really treated as a complete fool, trying to put pressure on her through the family, and I don't want to see if she has that ability.

This is the case for the next dozen or so designers. Their design drafts were submitted very early, so naturally they would not polish their designs, and they might still be waste drafts.

"It's really good-looking," Felisa commented pertinently after looking all the way down, "It just doesn't meet the requirements."

These few are indeed well-known designers among the nobles. The aesthetics accumulated with money during the cultivation of nobles, even if they are just waste drafts, can still be seen to have their own unique personal style. Good-looking is undoubtedly good-looking , is to completely ignore Safi's request for the dress.

Safi's requirements are actually quite demanding. In the words of Felisa's previous life, it is to be high-end but also low-key, to be luxurious but also to have connotations, to be grand and simple, as difficult as to be colorful and black.

(End of this chapter)