Chapter 348 - Fantasies are Not Reality (8)

"I didn't think it would be this easy," Eliza seemed shocked.

"Why not? I don't want to marry him in the future while you're willing to go through all the struggles to marry him," I couldn't understand what was bad about this deal.

"What's not to like about marrying into the Roselia family?" She grinned, obsessing over Luke's looks.

"They are one of the wealthiest families, imagine all that power in your hands. Plus, Luke is so dreamy. I can still remember how he talked to me a few days ago," she lightly slapped my arm.

"Well I think you'll be fine. Love can overcome everything," I encouraged her.

"What do you mean?" Her mood suddenly chilled.

"You love him. You can sacrifice everything for him while I can't," I tried to keep things as vague as possible.

I didn't want her to change her mind. If she could save me from the Roselia family, we would both benefit from the deal. I needed to tread on this topic as carefully as possible to not reveal the harsh reality behind everything.

"If you tell me, I'll give you back the game console. I want to know how my life will be like with Luke," she offered me a deal.

Well, if it was like that, maybe it wasn't so bad to tell her what I've been through. It was definitely not because I wanted to take more pictures of Muimeme and increase my harem. My aim in that game was to conquer more dungeons to defeat the demon king.

"As partners we go to school together. It starts in the morning where he wakes me at around 5:30 AM these days to eat breakfast and get ready for school. After our thirty plus hours of classes finishes, he drags me to another study session with him for twelve hours," I decided to reveal my schedule.

"You can't choose what to eat, drink or what clothes you can wear too. If you don't get permission from Luke, you won't even have access to them in the first place. Do you think you would be able to eat these kinds of things? These kinds of food don't exist on his menu," I sadly smiled.

"I'm sure there are more luxurious meals and clothes," she refuted.

"Yes. More salads and rubbery seafood or meat. Or plain yogurts alongside bland soup," I remembered the menu.

"And the more beautiful the clothes, the more painful they are. Didn't you see what I wore when I first came into this house? Did you ever consider how painful it would be to wear a dress with such a tight waist? Even the shoes are stiff and uncomfortable," I happily wore a onesie now.

"You can try them on," I passed my past dress to her.

"But it's so pretty," she admired the dress.

Eliza appeared more like a doll than ever before. Her figure was slender as an hourglass as the dress emphasised her features. However, she couldn't walk in my dress as the ribbons all tied up in the back made her groan in pain. You had to walk with the perfect posture to be able to move with how the dress was designed.

"You look really pretty," I gave her a thumb up.

"I can't wear this," she seemed to regret her actions.

"You also need to try the shoes," I handed them to her.

"I can't!" Eliza clenched her fists.

"Why not? Didn't you say you wanted to try them? You have to at least endure this for the sake of your love," I pushed her to accept the shoes.

"If it's the clothes and shoes, maybe it's not that bad," Elize couldn't sit down with both my dress and dress shoes on.

She struggled to move with her posture slightly off by one degree. Recently these were the clothes Luke forced me to wear if I wasn't in my school uniform. He noticed I was starting to slouch a lot, getting lazy to fix my posture while he constantly warned me to fix it. This was why he replaced all the clothes in my closet with these dresses instead to make sure my posture would always be proper.

"You look like the fiancée to the heir of the Roselia family," I clapped my hands to praise her.

"I need help in putting these off," Eliza turned to Elise.

It ended up taking them an entire hour to separate Eliza from the dress and shoes. All those petty buttons and complex ribbons weren't easy to unravel. By the time they were finished, both of them were panting with sweat covering their foreheads. This was the pitiful life I lived with Luke, not having a choice to wear these things every single day.

"You looked really pretty in the dress," I hoped she wouldn't change her mind.

"If this is all, I can handle it," she proudly flipped her hair.

"There's more. Didn't you want to know?" I asked.

"Tell me," she placed the headgear in front of me.

"You can't go anywhere without his permission as well. He will watch over you and check up on you frequently. You remember that call, right? But it'll be fine since you like him taking care of you," I added the last part to make it seem more appealing.

"He can't do that all the time," she didn't believe me.