Chapter 220

Mia Experiences the F.A.T.

“You’ll need a swimsuit if you’re going on a cruise, right?”

Rafina asked after the boys left.

“Hm? A swimsuit, you say?”

Mia gave her head a scratch. She didn’t know what the word meant.

“Yes. It’s clothing made to be worn in the water. I think you’ll want to change out of your usual clothes. It would be very unpleasant to try to swim in this,” she said, pulling up the bottom of her uniform to make her point.Vissit novelbin(.)c.om for updates

“You’re right.”

Mia agreed, thinking back on the times she almost drowned and remembering how hard it was. There was the time she fell into the lake, and there was the time she fell into the river.

She felt cold.

“Yes, I do think you need some new clothes. Hm...”

She probably wouldn’t have much luck in Tearmoon looking for swimwear...

“Miss Rafina, do you happen to know any tailors who make clothes like those?”

“Well, I sometimes go on trips to Noelige Lake, so I got a swimsuit for those times.” She said, “Maybe I can show you that store,” as she chewed on her lips.

“Yes, I think that tailor will be fine. It’s important to pick the store carefully, because the designs are different, and I’ve heard that some of them are very indecent.”

“I-Indecent?”

Mia’s eyes got bigger.

“Yes. Some of them, it seems...” Rafina moved her hands around her stomach. “Don’t put anything in this area at all.”

“My! So, it’s bare at the stomach?!”

What a horrible thing to do!”

Mia’s hands naturally rubbed her stomach, where they felt the comforting feel of fabric against her skin. The material was...tighter than she thought it would be. A lot more...

“Unbelievable! How rude of them to show their bellies!” She was very angry and said, “That kind of behavior shouldn’t be allowed!”

Rafina nodded firmly to show that she agreed.

“Because of the nature of swimming, you can’t avoid showing some skin, but showing too much skin hurts the moral fabric of our society. We’ll need to check out the design carefully first...”

“I completely agree. Hmph, showing my stomach? It’s unthinkable! Why would I ever wear those clothes?”

“Right? Oh, I’m so glad you understand, Mia!”

Others in the room must have thought that the two girls were talking about something they both understood. Most likely, the two people talking about it thought the same thing.

But none of the people there knew that there was a major difference in how upset they were. One was about morals and was critical of society and its habits. The other was a lot more realistic and had to do with a rather annoying part of metabolism.

No matter what, they kept talking.

Rafina said, “Now that I know we’re all on the same page, I’ll call the tailor for us. I’ve been meaning to order myself a new one, too... Oh, but what about the other people? If you want, we can all do this together.”

So, it was decided that all of the girls on the student council would get their own swimsuits made.

“You are my loyal subject, Anne. I believe you won’t lie to me. So, I’m going to ask again. Tell me the truth. Am I...fat?”

Anne couldn’t meet her eyes, so she turned away and gave in.

“Maybe...kind of. Only a little bit. But that’s probably because you’ve been eating so many cakes and sweets lately. I thought it might have been too much...”

She knew it was true.

She had been the one to ask, after all.

But hearing it from her faithful maid made her feel like she couldn’t breathe. She gave a short gasp as the weight of a fact that couldn’t be argued with sunk into her mind, both figuratively and literally.

In her mind, she saw scenes from the recent past.

She saw herself getting on a horse, and she remembered how the animal seemed to tighten up as she did. She saw herself roll across her bed, and she remembered that the creaking of the wood was louder than it had been before.

More and more memories kept coming back to her, and they all pointed to the same terrible truth. She put her cheeks together.

They seemed too big.

She patted her stomach.

It looked like it moved.

That’s all. There was no way to get around the clear evidence.

It was all to do with the food she ate. Her body was showing a lot of tummy-fication in her abdomen. In other words, she was going through what is called F.A.T.

“Princess Mia, um...” Chloe said with worry. “Books say that you can lose weight if you work out.”

She looked at Chloe, who had no trouble getting into the swimsuit the tailor had given her. It fit her perfectly.

Mia scowled because she felt very betrayed, but her anger soon turned into sadness.

“All right... I guess that’s just the way things go... I haven’t been practicing dancing as much as I should have, now that I think about it. Most likely, that didn’t help...”

Mia turned away from Chloe’s stuttering words of comfort because she was worried.

“Don’t worry. I know. I’ll ride horses more and try a little bit harder at dance practice.”

“That is a very good way to act, princess. Keep going, and you’ll see results for sure.”

The tailor said yes in a tone that was a bit condescending, like a teacher telling a struggling student what to do.

“Although it has nothing to do with swimsuits, I should also tell you that your upper arms are also a little bit fat. Still, it’s not too late to change this trend. Even a small increase in how often you work out may be enough. Riding will also help you get your legs and behind in shape, so it’s good that you’re doing it as part of your routine.”

Even though the tailor spoke in an arrogant way, her words had the authority of experience, which Mia found comforting.

She felt her motivation come back because she knew that the things she was doing were already on the right track and only needed minor changes.

“Okay, then. I will do it. I’ll ride every day when I get back to the empire. As well as dancing... In any case, I’ll see to it that it gets done!”

In the end, Mia chose to have her swimsuit made according to the current measurements, trusting that she would make the necessary changes to her body to fit it.

Now that the clock was going, the race was on.

Could she lose enough weight to fit into her swimsuit?

Time would have to tell!