The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 266: Sigrid finally slaps Emmah.

Emmah’s old shop had been transformed thanks to some silver which had been given to her by her grandfather. It was now a pizza shop and as early as eleven in the morning, people were lined up outside, waiting to taste the wonderful smelling delicacy whose aroma was flooding the entire street.

It was not just the smell that had attracted attention, the music and dancing had drawn in a crowd. Emmah had employed a group of six beautiful young women, dressed them up in bright red dresses with antlers on their heads and put them outside her store to dance to vibrant music.

The dresses came up to the women’s ankles and they were dancing modern dance moves, swaying their waists, twirling in a way that was unfamiliar to Eldorian’s.

Some people had come for the beautiful dancing women and others had come for the pizza.

Many were recording, they were quite sure that the short dresses of the dancers could kick off a storm of fury in the empire.

Deanna was one of them, she had been in the carriage, watching from a distance and recording. She had been waiting for an opportunity to ruin Emmah’s grand opening somehow. But at nine months pregnant, swollen, exhausted and hungry Deanne had not been able to resist taking a closer look.

Nothing said she could not taste the pizza and ruin the grand opening at the same time.

The two knights that were guarding her cleared a path for her through the crowd and she arrived at the front where the dancers were. Her arrival coincided with the moment Emmah stepped out of the shop and joined the dancers.

Pre-Fairfax Emmah would have been in a dress as short as the ones the dancers were wearing but she could not risk angering the Fairfax’s so she had chosen to be decent by their standards.

She was in a long dress which had a small tail. The arms were open and she had compensated for that with a pair of long black gloves. She had opted for bunny ears instead of antlers. Around her neck was a silk scarf that was dancing in the air as she moved.

As she danced, the lucky halo glowed, making Emmah look like a professional dancer in the eyes of the crowd instead of the amateur that she was. The crowd was loving it, clapping, humming, nodding, shuffling feet or commenting positively.

she is

a long dress she is

did she buy her gloves, they are

awesome, let me try it

’accidentally,’ and it just happened to send Emmah’s face into

would find a way to get her hand on the recipe and by the end of the month,

started to counter before Emmah even lifted her foot to stealthily step

walking out of the pizza shop, opened the box to show off his prize to those that were waiting in line. Someone slapped the box, it went flying and

foot which was raised to step on the tail of Emmah’s dress slipped on the stray tomato slice. Time

made her reach out for the edge of the flying silk scarf around Emmah’s neck. When she pulled on it to pull herself

mage and the owner of the lucky halo, Emmah was naturally stronger than Deanne. To save herself, she pulled the scarf back with

was a ski all the way--until she crashed into the glass window, head

silence--five seconds at least during which time the world seemed to have come to a stop. All dancing came to an

breaking the stillness of the moment. The

the dancers that Emmah had hired. Employees of the pizza shop and the knights hurried to Deanne’s side. Sigrid

heaved out. She had flown there with her horses because she had a dreadful

Deanne from the glass rubble with magic. She was unconscious, glass shards were in her collar and hands. Her

the knights

muttered waving her hands desperately. "She pulled my scarf, I