In the center of the empty stage, the silver-haired Lucia alone occupied the focal point of attention.
She wore a pure white dress today, with a front-short, back-long design. Layers of ruffled hem spread out behind her like flower petals, while the short front hem generously displayed the girl’s long legs.
Her legs were wrapped in pure white lace over-the-knee socks, the transparent stockings revealing the faint, tender pink of her skin beneath. The patterned lace garter belt was tightly cinched into the soft flesh of the girl’s thighs.
Lucia crossed her hands over her chest, held her head high, and lifted her chin slightly, maintaining the impeccable, dignified sitting posture of the Third Imperial Princess.
However, as the gaze moved downward, her little mood was thoroughly exposed.
Lucia was restlessly crossing her legs, the dangling foot swaying uneasily in the air. The pure white lace stiletto heel on that foot wasn’t properly worn but hung casually from her toes, neither tight nor loose. The thigh of the upper leg was pushed up by the knee below, stretching the already tight white stockings even thinner, revealing the faint pink of the skin underneath. The inner thighs, wrapped in stockings, pressed against each other.
To prevent slipping, the garter was designed to be slightly tight. The intricate snowflake-pattern lace sank deeply into Lucia’s plump thigh flesh, leaving a ring of indentation. A small patch of exposed skin between the hem and the stockings—her absolute territory—rose and fell with the restless swaying of her leg, revealing glimpses of fair skin.
The heel traced arcs in the air with each movement of her ankle. Every precarious hanging made one want to reach out and grasp that little foot wrapped in white silk. With her impatient leg shaking, the heel tapped the white-stockinged sole again and again. The even more precarious high heel hung like fruit at the edge of a cliff, tempting one to catch it. What should have been a beautiful scene became more girlish and added a hint of sensuality because of the lower body’s movements.
Lucia was naturally impatient. What she hated most was waiting, especially waiting for someone she didn’t get along with.
But there was no helping it. After all, Helena was the Empress of this nation, second only to one and above all. Besides, Lucia was indeed her daughter. Even if it was just a mother-daughter dinner, simple etiquette was necessary.
So Lucia was just waiting, wasn’t she? A daughter had to start waiting before the appetizer for the honorable Empress!
Even the choice of clothing, Lucia had cooperated with Helena. Even if not the same style, at least formal occasions required mother and daughter to wear same-color dresses. Although Helena hadn’t informed her, the Empress always wore white dresses, so Lucia naturally had to wear a white dress too.
So annoying. But with the annual festival approaching, Lucia didn’t want to stir up trouble. This quarreling couple would put on a show at times like this. Lucia should try too.
Thinking about how the two of them, who looked so alike, would now wear same-color dresses, didn’t that make them seem even more like mother and daughter? Just the thought of it pissed Lucia off. If it weren’t a formal occasion, she would definitely go against Helena. Wear all black, and take a sexy style different from that disgusting pure and innocent route. Whether it was rebellion or something, she couldn’t just go along with Helena.
But what could she do? She was the Empress…
Helena was the Empress, and she had booked out one of the Empire’s top restaurants. But… she had deliberately chosen a small round table. They said it was to enhance their relationship, leaving almost no space except for placing the dishes.
Of course, Lucia and Mia were waiting together at the table. Lucia sat on the left, Mia on the right. The distance between them was neither close nor far. In the end, the two of them sat in the middle of the luxurious restaurant with this delicate little table.
And Mia’s big bag—whether unintentional or because she found it too heavy on her shoulder and had to put it on the table to lighten the load—she absentmindedly let half of it hang over the table.
The restaurant waitstaff was now methodically bringing out the appetizers, then respectfully withdrawing.
“This is the first time dining with Your Highness Lucia,” Mia said, propping her chin on one hand and breaking the silence with a smile.
“I wish it weren’t the first time.”
“It seems we really have fate, meeting again.”
Lucia laughed. “Do you believe that yourself? Didn’t I come with you? You came to my door.”
Mia, as if matching the importance of today, had changed from her usual light and airy attire. Today she wore a deep emerald velvet dress with a deep V-neckline. The fabric stretched with her breath, outlining an exaggerated S-curve.
Especially the heavy weight on her chest… When she leaned forward slightly to get closer to Lucia, the neckline immediately gave way. Two heavy mounds tightly held by the fabric squeezed out a crease due to gravity. The dazzling white skin contrasted with the deep green velvet, and even the delicate veins on the skin were visible. With each breath, the deformed soft flesh trembled lightly against the table’s edge, as if ready to burst through the fragile fabric at any moment.
As she adjusted her sitting posture, the dress’s high side slits came into play.
Unlike Lucia’s slender, girlish figure, Mia’s leg lines were full of mature fleshiness. The dress’s hem featured high slits on both sides. As she adjusted her posture, the heavy velvet slid down like mercury, instantly exposing her fleshy long legs.
Mia wore a pair of semi-sheer glossy black pantyhose. Unlike Lucia’s matte softness, the black stockings on Mia’s legs reflected an oil-slick shine under the light, like glazed pottery. The thin black tightly adhered to every inch of her skin, outlining the curves of her calves, the angles of her knees, and the fleshiness of her thighs. The black semi-sheer stockings made her skin tone appear deeper and more seductive.
On her feet were dark green pointed-toe high heels, with tiny emeralds embedded on the upper, adding an air of mystery to Mia. The heels were so thin they seemed ready to snap.
At this moment, these shoes lightly tapped the red carpet. The deep green of the toes extended upward along the glossy black stockings, finally disappearing into the shadow beneath the dress. Even doing nothing, it was a sight to stir the blood.
Lucia thought to herself, ‘These two didn’t plan this, did they?’