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The other girls’ eyes sparkled with excitement as they listened. Mirabel continued, gesturing dramatically with her hands. "And he’s so tall and broad—not too much, but just the right amount of hugeness. He’s totally hiding a handsome face under that helmet, I can feel it! And his scent… oh my god." She closed her eyes and fanned the air toward her nose. "I walked past him and he smelled so good I wanted to hug him so bad." The girls squealed in excitement. Clara quickly ran her fingers through her hair, while Barbara pulled her skirt up a bit to make herself look shorter. Mirabel, blessed with a very generous bust, undid three buttons on her shirt, exposing her cleavage.

Soon, the Royal Chariots were at the registry entrance, and the Prince got down. “The Prince!” Carson exclaimed, and Alfred looked on. The guards got down too and spread a red carpet. Mirabel's makeup artist and fashion designer walked to her chariot, and helped her to get down. Likewise, they straightened her train, checked her waterproof makeup. Meanwhile, with her white bridal veil, she could not be recognized.

The beautiful blonde girl in a pink bowtie. "You're Claudia," The second girl in a pink ensemble outfit. I put my hand under my chin, acting as if I couldn't remember the name of the last girl. "You're Anna?" She shook her head. "Rapunzel?" She frowned at me. "no," "You'reeeeee Mirabel, my cuddle bear," Her eyes beamed with joy as she danced happily and hugged my legs. I bent down and gave each one of them a hug before moving to the others.

Brielle kept to her word. She arrived an hour later with information and a black attendant outfit she claimed would help me blend in and not look suspicious. She also brought a scent masking oil. I didn’t know that was a thing. It made things easier for me though. I dressed up quickly in the attendant’s outfit, the information she’d drilled into my head playing on repeat. If anyone asked me, my name was Mirabel, my ID number was 15 and I was there to rescue the human.

, she said again with a smile and I gave her an awkward smile back "I think you would look good in everything actually", she added again and I laughed "You are just teasing me", I said and she laughed "You won't know it's true if you don't try and check it out", she said and I think I am starting to convinced "Okay, I will try out the dress", I said and she laughed "Good girl", she said and I stood up to leave Mirabel did not need to change anyways. She was wearing a deep red body hugging gown.

she added. Mirabel shook her head. "There is a demon I once made an encounter with in another world, or should I say dimension." She said and opened the drawer in the table she was sitting on. She brought out an old scroll and stood up from the table and then proceeded to roll out the scroll on top of the table for all to see. "I drew her the moment I laid my eyes on her. I'm very good at drawing and painting. Her name is Rozra." Samira's eyes almost bulged out of her eyes, the picture Mirabel had shown to them was that of Rozralas.

I changed into the beautiful dress Anabelle had picked for me and when I looked at the mirror, all I could see was a beautiful princess staring back at me. Blossom had insisted on wearing the same colour of dress with me and I had obliged. The birthday party was really going well and everything was well organized. My attention was called to cut the cake when I heard guy call my name from behind me. I stood there startled for a while trying to remember where I had heard they voice from and then he called me again by my full name MIRABEL. It was that same voice that made my heart beat and made me have butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't believe my ears, or was I hearing things. I turned shar

The pup. Percival’s voice brushed against my mind gently through the link. I blinked and pulled back a little, taking a better look at Mirabelle. She was glowing. Her smile was full of life, and that long blonde hair still fell in those soft spirals down her back. But something was different—she was actually dressed. And not in her usual skin-baring getup either. A soft, long-sleeved grey top, black leggings, and boots. It was so... normal. Kinda cute, too.

One of the maids sat by my side, applying the warm towel on my forehead, while the other sought for my nightgown in my closet. “I’ll draw you a bath, my lady” Mirabel said, then disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. When everyone had finally cleared out, leaving only Mirabel, she gave me a look. “You want help getting out of that dress, my lady?” I shook my head. “I’ve got it.” She gave a small smile. “Your bath is ready.” She gave me a bow, and was gone too. Alone, I glanced at myself in the mirror, the gown, the pearl necklace and earrings, the white gloves I had on. I was a Luna now, but I only just realized the gravity of what that meant.

The door swung open. Mirabelle stood on the stairs, gazing at me with curiosity. I struggled to find words to describe her beauty. If Roman resembled the sun god, then Mirabelle was undoubtedly the moon goddess. The gods must have fashioned her bones from ice and her skin from snow. Her eyes were clear and pure, shimmering with a crystalline brilliance, reflecting the twinkle of stars. Her nearly white, long hair flowed like moonlight—soft, ethereal, and enchanting.