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Chapter 139 Fashion Designer

Chapter 139 Fashion Designer

Mia Village.

As one of the few people in the village who had been to a big city, Angel was always considered the "other people's child" by the villagers.

She was diagnosed with magical talent at a young age, so the local lord sent her to the City of Apprentices to study.

Angel herself is also very promising.

Born into a commoner family, she studied hard and became a senior apprentice, successfully staying in the City of Apprentices and owning her own shop and job.

But that's all in the past.

Her shop in the city of apprenticeships is now closed.

Angel was holding a bamboo basket; she had just returned from buying some bread and vegetables.

She greeted the village grandmothers with a smile.

"Hello, Grandma Kelly."

Grandma Kelly was holding her grandson's hand. She looked at Angel walking towards her and patted her little grandson.

"Say hello to Angela."

"Hello, Sister Angel."

Grandma Kelly nodded to Angel, then said to her grandson, "You should learn from Angel when you grow up; she's a magician."

The little grandson nodded, seemingly understanding, "Yes, I want to become a magician like Sister Angel when I grow up!"

Angel smiled as she watched her grandmother and granddaughter walk away, but the smile on her face gradually faded.

The villagers are still unaware that she has been kicked out of the City of Apprentices.

Of course, Angel wouldn't say it voluntarily.

She is already considering what excuse she should use to stay in the village when spring arrives.

For example, you might be tired and want to come back and rest for a while.

With that thought in mind, Angel arrived at her house.

Just as she was about to open the door and go inside, a somewhat childish voice sounded behind her.

"Is this Miss Angel?"

Angel turned her head in confusion; she had never heard that voice before in the village.

Then she saw an exceptionally cute little girl looking at her with a smile.

Dorothy's fair skin, long silver-gray hair, and light blue dress made her appear somewhat divine under the clear sky.

Angel was taken aback.

"So cute—" she exclaimed instinctively.

Then he immediately realized he had misspoke and quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

"Feel sorry!"

She quickly apologized.

A child this cute is definitely not an ordinary person. It would be terrible if he caused any trouble because of his rude remarks.

Dorothy walked up to Angel with her hands behind her back and looked her up and down.

Angel's appearance was only average. She had some freckles on her face and a timid expression. If she wore glasses, she would definitely be the kind of country girl who would be bullied in class.

Dorothy asked softly, "Could I invite you to your house for a while?"

Angel frowned slightly, hesitant, somewhat confused about what the girl in front of her wanted to do.

Dorothy gestured with her hands to show off her dress, and continued, "You should remember this one I'm wearing, right?"

Angel's eyes widened slightly. Of course she remembered, since the dress Dorothy was wearing was designed and made by her.

Angel can still recall the happy smile on Elor's face when she received the dress.

After recognizing that Dorothy was wearing her own creation, Angel timidly took out her key, opened the door, and invited Dorothy in, "Please come in."

Dorothy smiled and nodded at Angel, then stepped into Angel's house.

Angel kept her head down, but as Dorothy walked past her, she saw two fair, slender legs peeking out from under her dress as Dorothy moved.

At that moment, Angel's eyes widened, and she instinctively held her breath.

After Dorothy had walked past her, she slowly exhaled and then inhaled.

Then he followed Dorothy into his home.

At that moment, she seemed to smell a faint, sweet fragrance in the air, a somewhat complex scent, like milk with lots of sweet ingredients added.

Angel is considered quite wealthy in this village.

Her house was made of stone; it was sturdy and beautiful.

Although it's only one floor, the layout is very cozy.

Moreover, in the center of the room was her worktable, with a loom and a sewing machine on either side.

Various kinds of fabrics were laid out in the corner; if these things were taken out, they would amount to a considerable fortune.

"The lines are a bit messy, please have a seat." Angel quickly tidied up the room, which looked a little messy, and pulled a stool out from under the fabric before inviting Dorothy to sit down.

Dorothy gracefully gathered her skirt with both hands and slowly sat down.

"Miss Angel, let me get straight to the point. You know Elor, right? I'm Elor's friend."

Angel tensed up slightly when Dorothy mentioned Elor's name.

Then she looked Dorothy over carefully.

In fact, when Elor commissioned her to make the long dress, Angel heard a lot of descriptions about Dorothy from Elor.

Elor often compliments Dorothy on her looks and how reliable she is.

Looking at it now, it does indeed fit Elor's description very well.

Despite her petite appearance, she speaks with the mannerisms of an adult, appearing more mature than herself.

And with such a small body, I wonder what it would feel like to hold it in my arms.

"Miss Angel, I'd like to invite you to become my personal fashion designer. Would you be willing?"

Dorothy spoke with confidence.

After learning about Angel's hometown from Elor, she rushed over as fast as she could.

Anna was the only one who came with her.

The moment Dorothy saw Angel and noticed her somewhat timid demeanor, she knew her plan to win Angel over would definitely succeed.

"Huh?!" Angel made a sound like a small animal, she was a little surprised, and even doubted that she had heard correctly.

Then Dorothy stood up and walked over to Angel.

"Miss Angel, your craftsmanship is excellent. Look how well the clothes you made fit me."

Upon hearing this, Angel nodded subconsciously, then quickly shook her head in realization.

"No, after all, the clothes I make aren't very popular."

"Who said that? I love it! And after you become my personal fashion designer, you can even make clothes for Her Highness the Princess yourself. You know Princess Raffi, right? She's my friend. If you want, the clothes you design can be worn by her." Dorothy's tone was seductive.

As Dorothy spoke, she continued to move closer to Angel.

Angel instinctively stepped back, but her room was filled with various fabrics and cutting tables, and after only two steps, she had nowhere to retreat.

Angel's body was blocked by the table. She glanced behind her instinctively, then turned to look at Dorothy.

"It's impossible for someone like me to design clothes for a princess," Angel shook her head.

Dorothy spread her arms and twirled in front of Angel, her dress billowing with the movement.

"How is it? Does it look good? Actually, the princess praised this outfit before I came. Miss Angel, you don't have to agree to my request yet. As long as you come back to the City of Apprentices with me and meet Princess Raffi, you will understand that what I said is true."

Angel fell silent.