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With no chance to celebrate their stay, the Prince gives the Ladies to prepare for thirty minutes. Given that they should change their casual, colorful dresses into long pants, white long sleeve inner, top with a black jacket, white gloves, and close toed-shoes.
It is to protect themselves from their next challenge.
The Ladies are assigned to stay in a tent while the people are slowly transferring in the backyard. Each and everyone is talking about what the Prince prepared for the next task.
Nevertheless, someone couldn't stop thinking---
'Did I met and greeted Prince Alphonso's friend? When? Where?' Genesis shuffles her thoughts as she wonders while fixing her collar in front of a mirror. She looks at the other candidates, who are minding their businesses.
"Lady Genesis?" A shivering, shy voice of a Lady catches Genesis's attention.
