Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 258

Marguerite, despite the grotesque human skin mask the wom, had a body that was undeniably impreculv

1ter sleeveless dress revealed her porcelain white arms, its length above the knee giving an illusion of long, slender lega. A beige elk rihl fied around her waist, forming a tiny bow at the back

She was reminiscent of a blossoming young girl

With a satisfied nod, Lavene moved forward, guiding Marguerite to face the dressing mirror “You look lovely, look at yourself in the mirror Stand tall and be confident.”

Looking into the mirror, Morguente saw more than just a pretty woman. Ignoring her hornely face, everything below her neck was a sight to behold.

“You see, what a pretty young lady you are,” Laverne remarked, before calling over a store assistant “We’ll take this dress. We’re wearing it out.”

Hearing this, the store assistant immediately set off to process the order, a big grin on their face.

This left Marguerite utterly perplexed, quickly stopping Laverne. Grandma, this dress isn’t for me. Please, let’s not buy it

She had sneaklly checked the price tag while trying on the dress–400 dollars. Although it wasn’t as expensive as the pieces Frederick bought for her, she knew that her grandmother hadn’t had any income since leaving the hospital. She didn’t want her to splurge

However, Laverne gently held Marquente’s hand. “Are you worried about the price?”

to buy this for me. Frederick bought me a lot of clothes,

smile. “What he bought is his business, what I buy is mine. They can’t be

at her reflection in the mirror,

you like this

Marguerite nodded. “I

smiled. “That’s all

behind her ear, her gaze tender and her

Life is hard enough, we need to find ways to brighten it up. What you lack is

a way of

up or look pretty.

So what was the point of

don’t dress up

a bit dazed. She couldn’t shake the feeling that her grandmother was acting unusual that

she asked, “Grandina, we can buy dresses

in Laverne’s eyes dimmed and her face

organized a coming–of–age ceremony for all the seniors. But Marguerite, being a tuition student without an official status, wasn’t eligible

in formal attire, walked hand in hand through the ceremonial gateway, while she

had seen it all and it

personally walk her through the ceremonial gateway. But that