Too Lazy to be a Villainess novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Mirror, Mirror... Oh Wow, I’m Gorgeous!

The palace was in chaos.

Well, not the scary kind of chaos—though for me, it might as well have been. Everywhere I looked, people were running around, carrying golden drapes, fragrant flowers, and silk banners that shimmered under the chandeliers. The entire palace was turning into some grand spectacle, and all for me. Today was the day. The day Papa would introduce me to high society.

My Official Introduction Ceremony.

Sigh...

I should have been honored, but honestly? I just wanted a nap.

"Princess, it’s time to get ready!" Mareille chirped excitedly as she approached my crib.

I blinked at her, still wrapped snugly in my blanket. I had been quite enjoying my day of doing absolutely nothing. My chubby arms flopped uselessly at my sides. I groaned internally. Why did they have to disturb my peace?

Nanny Scooped me in her arms, chuckling at my half-lidded eyes. "Oh dear, the princess looks like she’d rather sleep through her big day."

Yes. Yes, I would. Thank you very much.

But apparently, my opinion didn’t matter, because the next thing I knew, Mareille and Nanny had carried me to a wardrobe. And...my sleepiness vanished in an instant.

W-what! What the hell is this?

A mountain of dresses waited for me.

Not one. Not two. Not even five. But an entire army of dresses in every shade and fabric imaginable. Silken ones, lacy ones, dresses embroidered with pearls—some even adorned with tiny gemstone details.

So. Many. Dresses.

I blinked. Surely, they didn’t expect me to wear all of them, right?

"Oh! Look at this one! And this! And this!" Mareille’s excitement grew with every dress she pulled out. "What do you think, Princess? Which one do you want to wear?"

I stared at the mountain of fabric piling up beside me. Did they really expect me to make a choice? I was three months old! The only choices I made involved whether to cry now or later.

Nanny clapped her hands together. "Why don’t we try all of them?"

Wait. What?

Before I could protest (which, let’s be real, would’ve just been a few frustrated baby gurgles), Mareille had already slipped the first dress over my head. A lacy pink monstrosity with way too many ribbons. Then a white one with golden embroidery. Then a frilly purple one that made me feel like a puffball. I wiggled my legs weakly, trying to signal my distress, but they were too busy squealing over the next outfit.

"This one brings out her eyes!"

"Oh, but this one makes her look like a little angel!"

"I love this one! No, wait, try this one first!"

I was drowning in silk and lace. My tiny arms flailed as yet another gown was thrown over my head. This was torture. This was worse than my butt-cleaning time. This was—

Hughhh... Can’t I just wear anything and be done with it?!

"Okay, let’s try this one," Nanny chirped as she yanked off the last dress and slipped another one on me. I was too tired to even look at the thing anymore. All I knew was that the fabric felt fancy and light—like it was made for a lazy baby like me.

Then, suddenly, Mareilla gasped dramatically, hands clapping together like a delighted seal. "Oh my! She...she looks so beautiful!"

Nanny let out a dreamy sigh, stars practically exploding in her eyes. "My princess... you look absolutely divine!"

Ah... finally. They chose something.

Then they plopped a tiny crown on my head and slipped tiny shoes onto my feet—tiny shoes! Why did I even need shoes?! It’s not like I was going to walk to my own grand debut.

"Princess," Nanny cooed. "Would you like to see yourself?"

I blinked. Of course I do.

After trying on a whole mountain of dresses, I must see what was so special about this one. They carried me to the mirror and sat me on a plush chair. My breath hitched.

The reflection staring back at me was... breathtaking.

Big, crimson eyes blinked in wonder, gleaming like polished rubies under the soft golden light. My golden curls framed my round face, a delicate, glittering headband resting on my head with stones that matched my eye color. The dress I wore was the softest thing I had ever felt—an ivory and gold masterpiece that shimmered with every tiny movement. Tiny embroidered flowers danced across the fabric, their golden threads glowing like magic.

I wiggled my fingers, watching the layered skirt ripple like waves of light, kissed with hints of crimson at the edges. A deep red velvet cloak draped over my shoulders, making me look like a queen from a fairy tale.

Was this really me?

I mean, I knew I was beautiful, but this beautiful? Wow... I had truly outdone myself by simply existing.

I fell in love with myself on the spot. What a masterpiece.

A massive, flowing cloak billowed behind him like he was some kind of royal superhero. The rich crimson and gold embroidery shimmered under the light, emphasizing his regal, commanding aura. His broad shoulders, his tall, imposing figure—this was the Emperor.

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