"This is your wedding dress, Your Majesty." Angel stared in confusion at the beautiful dress in front of her, because she didn't have the slightest intention of wearing it. Right now his brain was more interested in something else, a plan that would determine his life and death. "Tomorrow morning I will do your make-up. I'm sure you will be a very beautiful bride," said Anne, who was currently standing behind her employer's wedding dress. "Aren't you going to go get groceries?" Angel lured while leaning against the head of the bed. "That's right, Your Majesty. I will leave later and be back before sunrise. So, I will still be able to do your make-up," explained Anne. Angel nodded slowly. "Do all the servants here recognize you, Anne?" "Of course not, Your Majesty," answered Anne with a sweet smile. "In this palace there are hundreds of female servants, and it is impossible for us to know all of them. "Ah, I see," replied Angel, hiding a sly grin, then neutralized his expression
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