Chapter 3 Anyone Who Isn't My Future Fiancé Touches The Attire Will Be Struck By A Curse!

• “Lady Freya, do you really want to marry me?”
• After the silence lingered for a few seconds, Leander finally blinked in bewilderment. His voice trembled slightly as he asked again uncertainly.
• I smiled softly and calmly nodded.
• “I really, really want to.”
• I emphasized the words in a serious tone.
• “What? You don’t want to become my husband?”
• I deliberately asked him back. His handsome face immediately flushed faintly. Avoiding my eyes in embarrassment, he nodded.
• “No, Lady Freya. Of course I’m more than willing.”
• Hearing his words, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
• “Then it’s settled. I’ll see you at our engagement ceremony three days from now.”
• I calmly emphasized my words, suddenly noticing that Leander’s ears had turned even redder.
• The Pairing Ceremony ended amid everyone’s astonishment, and all kinds of rumors quickly spread. I simply pretended not to hear them. After leaving the sacred temple, I went directly to the tailor shop to try on my engagement attire.
• As soon as the tailor saw me, he enthusiastically offered me tea before carefully bringing out a dazzling women’s engagement attire.
• “Lady Freya, this is the engagement attire you ordered. It is adorned with precious gold and gems, and even the embroidery was done with golden thread, just as you instructed.”
• The tailor respectfully handed the attire to me, smiling gently as he explained,
• “And this attire has been blessed by Zeus himself..."
• I happily reached out to accept the attire. The soft silk made me nod in satisfaction. Before I could say anything, a familiar, sweet, coquettish voice sounded from behind me.
• “Oh, it looks so stunning. Lord Elias, I like it a lot.”
• When I turned around, I saw Lyra approaching with her arm linked through Elias’s. Her eyes remained fixed on the engagement attire in my hands as she blinked coquettishly.
• “Lady Freya, is this your apology gift for me? You’re really so thoughtful.”
• She smiled sweetly, a gleam of delight and greed flashing across her face, while Elias also nodded in satisfaction.
• “Well done, Freya. I can forgive you now. Give it to Freya..."
• “Lady Freya, this is the men’s engagement attire you ordered..."
• Before Elias could finish speaking, the tailor respectfully brought out the men’s engagement attire. The luxurious garment, made of soft, delicate silk, and its exquisite stitching immediately caught Elias’s attention.
• “Did you prepare this for me, Freya?”
• His eyes widened in surprise as he looked at me, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes. His voice unconsciously rose as well.
• “Thoughtful, Freya. It barely meets my standards..."
• He clicked his tongue as he reached toward the attire.
• “All right, hand it over. Let me try it on.”
• He said it casually to the tailor.
• Looking at how naturally he acted, I couldn’t help but sneer. Where did he get the confidence to think that he was still my future fiancé, the one who would be wearing this attire?
• Had the rumors that I was going to be engaged to Leander still not reached him?
• “This is the engagement attire for me and my future fiancé, blessed by my father.”
• I emphasized each word coldly.
• “Anyone who isn’t my future fiancé touches the men’s attire will be struck by a curse. Are you really sure you want to touch it so casually?”