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Chapter 114: What Do You Want Me To Say? (1)
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... oked over their elaborate drawings, and swallowed dryly in anticipation of Rashta’s response.
Rashta was the toast of the town among the nobles and the common people. Every designer wanted her to wear their dress to the ball.
“Huuu…”
Rashta sighed.
“You don’t like it?”
The designer’s expression turned crestfallen. Rashta shook her head and closed the sketchbook.
“Yes, I don’t like it. It’s so pretty.”
The designer, who had wanted to cry, was suddenly bew ...
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