Anna knocked on Flora's door, and Flora appeared behind the door, wearing baggy wine-red pajamas, with sleepy eyes and rosy cheeks, making her look extraordinarily attractive.

Flora really didn't intend to let Anna come in, she whispered to Anna a few words, asked her to bring the clothes, and then performed a simple cleansing technique on her face and washed her face.

Anna quickly found the clothes Flora asked for. It was a simple and elegant white dress, which highlighted her elegant temperament very much.

She was wearing a knee-length white dress, and at a glance, she was quiet and elegant, beautiful to the extreme, and no one who saw her could imagine that she was a bad-tempered person.

Flora sat in front of the vanity mirror, carefully combed her smooth hair in front of the mirror, and slowly braided it into delicate braids.

Seeing Flora concentrating on her own affairs, Dickens quietly got up and put on the clothes that Anna had brought.It was a slim white dress, and it was also a very simple but very elegant style.

Dickens was already perfectly proportioned, slender and thin.Especially a pair of long legs is full of temptation.

Although Flora didn't look in Dickens' direction, she was well aware of what was happening on Dickens' side.

She gently put down the comb in her heart, turned to look at the fallen angel: "Dickens, can you comb my hair?"

The fallen angel who is struggling with the chain around his neck: "..."

Although she was speechless, she still walked over obediently, and combed her a beautiful hairstyle with her fingers dexterously.

Dickens looked at Flora in the mirror. She raised her eyes and stared at Dickens quietly through her reflection.

Dickens hesitated and asked, "What are your plans today?"

Flora asked back, "Do you want to date me?"

Dickens said uncomfortably, "I'm just asking."

The corners of Flora's lips were raised, and she said with a smile: "The thing that needs to be done by me is that I will help Laura create a body later, so that Nora and Laura can meet.

And the thing that I don't need to arrange for the time being is the preparations for the wedding. "

Dickens was stunned, Flora grabbed his hand, rubbed it affectionately on his palm, and asked him: "My lord, we are getting married. Our wedding will be very grand. I want to make everyone in the kingdom Everyone is dressed up grandly, celebrating our wedding, do you like it?"

Dickens was silent for a long time, then he responded in a low voice, his hands moved a lot faster, and soon helped Flora comb her hair.

Flora didn't say anything, just stood up and faced him, showing a shallow smile, then stretched out her hand, leading Dickens out and downstairs.

Flora asked him: "Would you like breakfast, Dickens?"

Dickens nodded: "I would like a cup of red maple tea."

Flora snorted softly, but didn't make any movements, but after the two of them walked down from the tall spiral, many exquisite and attractive desserts were already placed on the long table in the castle hall. And two cups of red maple tea.

Flora and Dickens sat down facing each other. Dickens was not interested in the delicious desserts on the table, so he took a sip of red maple tea.

In fact, with his strength, he didn't need to eat, and he didn't have the habit of eating in heaven before, but just now Flora asked him, and he just asked for a cup of tea.

While Dickens was drinking tea silently, Flora had already started eating.

There were at least [-] to [-] kinds of desserts on the long table, and there were three to five on each plate. After Flora sat down, she ate one by one, looking like she was really having breakfast.

Dickens was a little strange and asked, "Flora, do you still need to eat..."

Flora blinked her transparent and beautiful eyes: "No, but I like it very much, it's a kind of enjoyment."

Dickens thought for a while, and also took a rose-shaped pastry in front of him and ate one.

The pastry melts in the mouth, soft and elastic, but too sweet, as if the whole pastry is made of sugar, and the soft pasta looks like a perfect deception.

Dickens was so tired that he wrinkled his face and drank a big mouthful of red maple tea before his expression calmed down.

Flora laughed and said, "Don't you like this taste?"

Dickens shook his head: "It's too sweet..."

Flora said with some regret: "Sweetness is the feeling of happiness, Dickens, you have lost a way to feel happiness."

Dickens glanced at her lightly: "It seems that this is the reason for the happiness that most people can't feel. After all, few people like to eat things made of saccharine."

Flora ate another piece of pastry, smiled and said, "Well, it's fine if you don't like it. Fortunately, Nora has the same taste as me, and I have a younger sister who has the same hobbies."

"..."

Just as Flora was talking, Nora came downstairs wearing a light blue suspender skirt.

She was yawning, looked sleepy, and her hair was disheveled, as if she had come out without cleaning up.

Dickens didn't show any expression, but took another piece of pastry and put it into his mouth, frowning, he ate it in small bites, drinking tea to relieve his boredom while eating.

Flora was a little surprised when she saw Nora's attire: "Nora, did you just wake up, and Helena, didn't she groom you?"

'Nora' withdrew her sleepy expression a little bit, she glanced at Flora quietly, feeling a little uncomfortable: "I don't know..."

Flora realized that the girl in front of her was her younger sister Laura. It was her first time staying overnight in the castle, and she was not very familiar with the arrangements here.

There was a coldness in Flora's eyes, and the sky outside the castle was filled with cool moisture in the early morning. She was a little angry because of Helena's neglect of her sister.

Flora didn't say anything for the time being, but just waved to Laura. Anna quickly pulled away the chair next to Flora and let Laura sit down.

She quietly left, and soon Helena hurriedly followed her down with a coat.

The three of them drank their own tea and ate their own pastries quietly, and none of them distracted themselves from looking at the maid hurriedly rushing down the stairs.

Laura took one of the most delicate cakes at hand and ate it, which happened to be the one Dickens ate at first.

Dickens subconsciously raised his head to look, and saw that Laura's expression froze indifferently, and then swallowed the piece of pastry with difficulty, and took a big gulp from the cup in front of him.

Dickens's red maple tea can relieve tiredness, but in front of Laura is the same honey sweet water as Flora, and the expression on her face suddenly becomes more tangled.

Flora was a little surprised to see Laura's unaccustomed expression. She took the teapot and poured her a cup of green tea. Laura complained, "Sister, why are your pastries so sweet?"

Before Flora could say anything, Dickens ate the pastry in his hand, took another sip of tea, and said quietly, "It seems that you are the only one who can feel happiness."

Flora: "...Lola and Nora should be considered two people now, and their tastes may be different."

Dickens snorted softly, and Flora smiled softly.

Helena saw the ambiguous interaction between Dickens and Flora, the feathers hidden inside her dress seemed to be burning hot, her eyelids drooped bit by bit, her eyes were cold.

Helena walked slowly in front of Laura, put her coat on Laura, and her expression returned to her coldness and sternness.

While she was putting on the coat for Laura, her fingers touched Laura's skin inadvertently.

She didn't notice this detail, but when Laura touched her, she paused almost imperceptibly, and then her indifferent gaze slowly fell on Helena, full of scrutiny.

Seeing her looking at her, Helena asked, "Princess Nora, is there anything I can help you with?"

Laura: "Tell me your name."

Helena only hates the fallen angel who bewitched Her Majesty the Queen, and has no ill feeling towards this princess sister who grew up together.It's just that after hearing Laura's question, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, the princess...don't remember her?

Helena was puzzled, but still replied respectfully: "Princess, my name is Helena, and I am your personal maid."

Laura withdrew her gaze and said slowly, "Really."

The tone is murky.

When Flora caught a glimpse of Helena coming over from the corner of her eye, she had a bad face, and she regretted her decision yesterday.

Perhaps, she shouldn't have been merciful yesterday, and should have dealt with Helena directly, or refused Nora to take her by her side.Flora felt that the more she looked at Helena now, the more irritable she became.

And Helena didn't realize this, she was wondering why Princess Nora didn't remember herself.By the way, I observed the fallen angel who was eating the pastry slowly, thinking that maybe he made Her Majesty the Queen despise me, and that handsome face became hideous.

Dickens seemed oblivious to Helena's gaze, he was focused on his own world, occasionally raised his head, and there was another figure in his eyes.

I don't know if it was Helena's illusion, she felt that the feather she hid seemed to have become much hotter...

Flora suddenly put down the cup heavily in her hand, and the cup collided with the table, making a crisp sound.

Flora suddenly turned her head to look at Helena, her expression was extremely cold, and she asked, "Helena, what are you putting on your body!"

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