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"Ooh... What a wonderful dress you have there, Asthenosthene."

Asty shifted her ice across the corner of the room only to see the countess looking at her with contempt on her face. She gave her a sly smile and continued walking forward.

"Black, how daring indeed. I don't remember the count buying you this expensive clothing."

The young woman lowered her head and looked away. "This is a gift from the king, remember when I told you that he invited me to the ball?"

"Oh yes, the other day?"

Asty slowly nodded.

"That's quite considerate of him. From the looks of these, I'd say they cost a good amount of fortune."

The countess leaned over to the box and slowly traced her fingers across the soft, shimmering fabric. Her brows started to furrow knowing that her dress was much more extravagant and exquisite than hers. With the fake smile on her face, she looked at her. "Would you mind if I borrow these?" she asked her. "I think black would suit

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