I Became a Cute Little Dragon Princess and Now She’s Obsessed with Me Chapter 88
After the compulsory class ended, Erika once again snuck away behind Isana’s back.
She made her escape cautiously, using the excuse of going to the restroom. If Isana found out, it would definitely be a hassle.
As usual, she stopped by the bun shop in the northern part of the city and bought a bunch of big meat buns for lunch. Slowly carrying the large kraft paper bag, Erika arrived at Bradley Street.
The guards there, recognizing the little girl from yesterday, greeted her cheerfully.
“Little miss, looks like you successfully got the job—pretty impressive.”
“Haha, all the women who used to apply to be Miss Veronica’s maid came out with their heads hanging low, but you made us look at you differently.”
“Mn, small matter.”
Licking her fingers with lingering satisfaction, Erika held up the last two remaining meat buns in her hand.
“Want one?”
“No need… go get to work…”
Arriving at the familiar residence No. 88, Erika knocked on the door.
Knock knock knock…
“Come in, it’s not locked.”
The same words as always. Erika tiptoed into the house.
But the moment she entered, she heard Veronica’s scolding voice.
“Little Jasmine, as far as I know, Wode Academy’s compulsory class ended an hour and a half ago. Why did it take you so long to get here from the academy?”
“I… bought something to eat on the way.”
Erika raised the two remaining meat buns. “Miss Sunflower, want one?”
“Such trivial food—I'm not interested.”
Ignoring her good intentions, Veronica’s tone sounded strict. “As a maid, you should be at my service 24 hours a day. I’ve tolerated you coming after class only because Vanessa told me you still attend school. I expect that next time, you won’t let these meaningless things interfere with your actual duties. If you need food, I have some here.”
“Oh…”
Since she was the employer, Erika didn’t dare talk back and could only agree with a pitiful look.
But her expression was clearly unhappy.
So what if you don’t want to eat? Why be so mean about it!?
Who’s going to serve you 24/7, anyway? I’m not a machine!
These complaints remained inside—she didn’t dare say them out loud. Instead, she stuffed the rest of her meat buns into her mouth in just a few bites, licking her fingers again, displaying her not-so-good habit.
Noticing Erika’s behavior, Veronica immediately scolded again.
“What are you still doing there? Go change!”
“Yes!”
Startled by her sudden shout, Erika immediately stood upright and obediently went to change into the same maid outfit as yesterday—the black-and-white top and skirt, paired with long white lace-trimmed stockings.
After changing, Erika began dutifully sweeping to start cleaning.
But Veronica soon gave her a new instruction.
“Put down the broom, Little Jasmine. Today’s task is not cleaning.”
“Then what is it?”
“You’re accompanying me to a banquet.”
“A banquet?”
Hearing that, Erika suddenly remembered Otilia’s situation—she had taken her money and promised to help impersonate someone named Viviana.
But the Elfreid family’s banquet shouldn’t be for a few more days.
“Today is Prince Cortefort’s birthday. He invited the Holy Church, and as the Church’s representative in the Imperial Capital, I must attend this dull event.”
So it wasn’t the Elfreid family’s banquet…
Patting her chest in relief, Erika exhaled—but then suddenly thought of something.
Wait a second!
Veronica said she was taking her along—and had specifically told her to change clothes.
Didn’t that mean she had to go out dressed in this shameful maid outfit!?
Aaaah—!
Thinking of this, Erika scratched her head with her small hands. Her red eyes looked down at her outfit, and she even twisted her white-stockinged legs slightly.
“What are you doing?”
“Miss Sunflower… can I… not go?”
“I said, you must go.”
Leaving no room for refusal, Veronica spoke in a low voice: “Prince Cortefort donates to the Holy Church every year. Since he invited the Church to his birthday, I must show him respect.”
Ugh…
Realizing that it was non-negotiable, Erika nearly wanted to die.
If someone she knew saw her dressed like this—it would be mortifying!
And this was a prince’s birthday party. Isana’s father was a duke in this country—what if Isana showed up too? Wouldn’t her secret job as a maid be exposed?
Sigh…
Please, heavens above…
Let me not run into anyone I know.
“Little Jasmine, come here.”
While Erika was lost in her thoughts, Veronica rolled her wheelchair over to the dressing table and waved her hand.
Erika walked over reluctantly.
Without warning, Veronica reached out her pale, slender fingers and began combing Erika’s hair.
“Ah…”
Other than Gladys, Erika didn’t like anyone touching her head. She instinctively flinched.
Sensing her resistance, Veronica slightly furrowed her brows. “I’m just brushing your hair. I represent the Holy Church, and you, as my maid, must be properly dressed.”
Can a blind person really help someone get ready…?
Erika pursed her lips. “Let me do it myself…”
“You don’t know how.”
As if she could see, Veronica said bluntly.
“Your hair is a complete mess. Your clothes are crooked, and your stockings—one is higher than the other. If someone saw my maid dressed so sloppily, it would reflect poorly.”
As she spoke, Erika felt her cold hand touch the skin of her thigh. Her slender fingers made Erika shudder involuntarily.
Veronica lifted her skirt and pulled the white stockings higher. A faint snap could be heard as they settled into place.
Fine… let her do it. She’s blind, anyway. And besides, she’s the boss.
Before long, Erika’s outfit was tidied up. Her grayish-white hair had been tied into twin tails with black ribbons, and with soft white strands left around her cheeks, her already lovely appearance gained a touch more cuteness.
When Veronica finally finished, Erika whispered, “A-Are we done?”
“Yes. Now push me out. The banquet is right here on Bradley Street.”
“How far?”
“Not far. No. 300.”
“That’s not far!?”
“This is your duty, Little Jasmine. No more complaints.”
“…Oh.”
Biting her lip, Erika felt thoroughly bullied. She tugged her skirt down as far as it would go, beginning to suspect that Veronica was deliberately messing with her.
She twirled a lock of her gray-white hair near her cheek, then placed her hands on the wheelchair handles and began to push slowly.
Erika now truly looked like a proper little maid—though the way she pushed the wheelchair was somewhat comical.
For one simple reason—she was just too short…