Having made up her mind, Lyra spent the rest of the days making plans. She walked back and forth in the room, occasionally sitting down and then standing up again. Her mind was filled with ways on how she could make Keith Hale like her and heal from her trauma. Sounds easy, right? But in reality, it was far from it.

“I did say that,” Lyra muttered as she flopped onto the bed, “but, I really don't know how....”

Keith Hale, was not the kind of man who could fall in love easily. Even he realized that he liked Isabelle a long time ago, even though he and Isabelle had been close when they were young. When he realized his feelings, he was betrayed by her because of power.

That betrayal not only destroyed his feelings, but also his trust in everyone. She became someone who no longer recognized love.

“How can I make a man like that fall in love with me?!” muttered Lyra softly, “I'm just learning to love myself again right now?!”

Lyra woke up from her sleep, then stepped her feet back towards the mirror in the room. Her eyes sharpened, her eyebrows raised slightly, while the corners of her lips rose to form a faint smile. Her thumb and forefinger rested under her chin as if she was seriously assessing her current reflection.

After snorting for a moment, he muttered to himself, "At least the face I have right now is pretty enough right?"

Lyra shook her head at this time then smacked her cheek lightly, "No Lyra." She whispered to herself, as if realizing her wandering thoughts.

"If it were that easy, he would have easily fallen for many other women," she continued as she ran her fingers through the tips of her hair this time, "In fact, none of them managed to touch his heart... except Isabelle."

She sat on the dressing table chair, then leaned back. She let her hair fall messily between her shoulders.

Silence reigned in the room for a moment. Lyra frowned again then stood up abruptly.

"Hey, blue box board, system or whatever it is, can't you give me a single clue?" She shouted in annoyance.

[Notification ; We hear you.]

[Notification ; We will help the 'guest' with a special item.]

[Notification ; For now we only advise the 'guest' to meet the main character first.]

[Notification ; Good luck, we wish you all the best.]

Lyra stared intently at the blue board, her face showing an expression of disbelief and frustration.

"What the hell, you're not helping me at all!!!" She exclaimed, while throwing a small comb at the blue board.

She snorted for a moment, then leaned back into the chair and closed her eyes in frustration. Her hands were raised, covering her face. Silence was around him at the moment, then his eyes opened slowly looking at the ceiling of the room as if searching for an answer to his question.

"If I do that it will be like putting myself into a tiger cage," she muttered to herself.

Lyra took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror at this moment, trying to strengthen her heart once again. Although she did not know the exact steps to take, she knew one thing, she could not give up now. If she had to fight the monster called love and trauma, then she had to arm herself with more than just determination.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened slowly again. Mai stood in front of the door, both hands holding the door then calling out to her with a bit of worry.

"Miss, I apologize for my sudden entrance this time. But the butler said you are expected by the Great Master in the main room. A designer from the capital has just arrived."

Lyra turned her body quickly, looking at Mai with slightly rounded eyes. "A designer from the capital... for me?"

"That's right Miss," Mai replied with a polite bow, before continuing her words.

"The designer came because there was a special request from the Great Master to order a wedding dress. He said that Miss was asked to start taking measurements today."

Lyra froze in place after hearing that from Mai. Really a lot of things happened during the time she opened her eyes today, the fact that she woke up in another world and she was going to marry a man whose visuals she even knew from writing, and now?

'Can't things like this come one after another, please?' she muttered in her mind.

Mai stepped quietly in, closing the door behind her. "Miss, if you don't wish-"

"No, I'll be there," Lyra cut in quickly, though her heart was still in turmoil. She got up, patting her cheeks once more to appear calmer.

Lyra rose from her seat, she put her hands on her waist and tilted her head slightly with a smile, "It's the right thing to do anyway, isn't it?"

Mai's eyes rounded and sparkled slightly for a moment, then she smiled slightly, "Yes Miss. Then I will accompany you."

Her steps echoed softly down the corridor as she followed Mai to the special living room downstairs. The room was neatly arranged, the scent of fresh flowers greeting her as the door opened. There, a man stood elegantly in the center of the room. His hair was silver, neatly styled back, and his eyes were a sharp emerald green yet full of artistic flavor.

In front of him was a middle-aged man with brown hair, some of which had turned white. His sharp eyes had the same eye color as his current body. He seemed to be holding a paper and staring at it seriously.

"Have you come? I heard you were doing well, so I thought it was a good time." The man said as he turned his gaze to Lyra, placing the paper he was holding on the table with a calm and relaxed gesture.

“Mai, he...” Lyra started to open her mouth, slightly surprised, but her sentence was cut short when Mai calmly replied.

“Ah, he is your father, Lord Darian Edeviene,” Mai replied politely, giving Lyra an explanation.

Lyra looked at the man nervously. She had no idea how to deal with someone called ‘Father’. Her real father left her when she was a child alone with her mother, and not long after that her mother was so burdened by his presence that Lyra ended up in an orphanage. So you could say that she didn't know how to behave with him this time, especially she didn't know how the real Celestia's relationship with her father was.

Lord Edeviene leaned his body against the chair in a slightly haughty manner. His sharp eyes appraised Lyra from head to toe, as if appraising everything about her. After a few seconds of silence, he opened his mouth again, speaking in a more serious tone.

"There's nothing to worry about, Tia. But, time is running out. Don't waste too much time." He said, a little sternly.

Lyra just nodded slowly, she continued her steps and approached Baron Edeviene and the man in front of him.

"So you are Lady Celestia? You are as beautiful as rumored." The voice came from a young man with a friendly smile and sparkling eyes. His demeanor was polite but still carried the confident aura of a professional who was used to dealing with royalty.

"Ah, I apologize for my impoliteness," he continued while bowing slightly as a form of respect. "My name is Aiden, a designer and owner of House Meredele, we have come in accordance with the invitation for your wedding dress fitting and consultation."

He was dressed in the typical attire of an artist from the capital-a dark blue long coat with gold embroidery, and fine leather gloves that showed he was someone who worked with detail and quality.

Mai who was standing beside Lyra, immediately added excitedly, "Miss, House Meredele is very famous in the capital. They make high-quality clothing that noble ladies aspire to. In fact, making a direct deal with an owner like this Lord Aiden... is rumored to be very difficult. Only honorable families or important figures can obtain them."

Aiden chuckled, hiding his amusement gracefully, then turned to Mai with an amused look.

"Gosh, I'm a little embarrassed to hear that from you, Miss Maid. But I thank you for the compliment. We do try to maintain quality and exclusivity-after all, every dress should represent the beauty and character of the wearer." He then looked back at Lyra with a gentle expression. "And I think Lady Celestia will be one of the most memorable clients I have ever dealt with.

"So, have you gotten an idea of the design, Mr. Aiden?" asked Lord Edeviene as he glanced at Aiden who was still standing with a confident posture.

"Of course, Lord Edeviene," Aiden replied with a faint smile, his tone sounding confident yet polite. He glanced at Lyra with an artfully calculated look. "Just by catching a glimpse of the Lady, I already have an idea of the silhouette and feel that suits her." He said while closing one eye.

Aiden stepped slowly, his hands making gestures as if imagining the shape of the cloth that fell following Lyra's body. "Lady Celestia has a subtle aura yet holds strength within her. I'll use a blend of light materials like organza with soft lace accents, but still give a touch of structure to the waist to show a character that doesn't falter easily."

He then turned to Lyra, adding a faint smile. "As for the color itself, I thought to match it with Lady's hair."

Lord Edeviene nodded briefly, seemingly satisfied with that answer. "Good. I don't know much about women's tastes, but as long as it can give the impression of being... elegant and appropriate for the Hale family's wedding ceremony, I'll leave it to you."

Lyra could only remain silent at the moment, but she was slightly amazed by the professionalism of Aiden's work. But it wasn't long before she really thought and began to accept that, this marriage really could not be canceled.

Marriage to the Hale family.

That sounded like stepping into death in a pretty dress.

"In that case, Lord Edeviene, I request permission to begin measuring the Lady's body for the design of her gown," Aiden said politely, his hands placed in front of his chest as he bowed slightly in respect.

Lord Edeviene glanced at Lyra for a moment before replying in a flat yet firm tone, "For that, please ask my daughter's permission. I have no right to answer that question of yours."

"That's right too," Aiden replied with a faint smile then immediately turned to Lyra with a gentle smile that never left his face. "Lady Celestia, would you be willing?" he asked, polite yet professional. "I will make sure the process is quick and comfortable. I've also brought along a female attendant if you feel more comfortable."

Lyra, who was still standing in place with a mixture of confusion and nervousness, could only swallow softly before finally giving a small nod.

"Alright," Lyra replied finally, her voice sounding hesitant yet polite. "I don't mind... as long as the process is done properly."

Aiden smiled happily. "Of course, Lady Celestia. Ethics and client comfort are always House Meredele's top priority."

Shortly after, one of his assistants entered-a young woman with her brown hair neatly curled and dressed in the typical uniform of a fashion craftsman from the capital. She carried a cloth suitcase filled with measuring tapes, sketchbooks, and samples of fabric and lace.

"Then I will begin, with your permission," Aiden said softly as he gestured to his assistant.