.” Then Emma was stuffed with a set of clothes in a daze and pushed directly into the bathroom.

Looking at herself in the mirror with a confused look on her face, Emma felt that she needed to come back to her senses.

"What about this set?" Emma walked out of the bathroom again. This was the seventh set of clothes, but Edgar was not very satisfied. This made Emma wonder whether it would be faster to go home to get the evening dress he had chosen, or whether it would save time if it would be easier to choose one here.

"No." A familiar voice came from the door. Emma subconsciously turned her head and then saw Lance's back. Lance was standing in front of the dressing mirror and looking at himself through the mirror. Then Lance turned around. His hands were tied with his tie. The tailor-made shirt became tighter because of the movements of his limbs, and he tied out streamlined muscle lines with fabric.

Emma's eyes just stayed on Lance. At this time, he was not perfect, and even some messy: the buttons on the cuffs were spread apart, so that the cuffs were hanging randomly; the hem of the shirt was not stuffed into the suit pants, looking sloppy and loose; the feet in black socks were sluggishly stepped on the carpet, looking a little funny; the hair that covered the eyebrows was completely ignored, messy and lazy, and even a thin layer of casualness was dyed between the eyebrows.

But it was precisely this kind of Lance, which was extremely real, as if within reach, and the charm of every move firmly grasped Emma's heart.

"What's wrong?" The smile at the corner of his mouth began to outline, and the whole world suddenly became brighter. Emma only felt a short circuit in her brain and blurted out, "No, I just... I just thought of 'beautiful woman (also translated as: Feng/Moon/Pretty/Beautiful)'."

Edgar, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but be stunned, his eyes swept back and forth between Emma and Lance, and burst out laughing, "So, you are Vivian," which refers to Lance; "Are you Edward?" This refers to Emma. The characters of the two seem to be reversed from the movie.

Emma also realized the mistake in this casually and burst into laughter. She tried hard to hold back her smile, but it was useless. Her muscles in her stomach became stiff. Emma secretly glanced at Lance with her eyes, and then saw Lance's stiff mouth twitching slightly. Emma quickly bit her lips and prevented herself from laughing.

"So you are? Philip?" Lance said to Edgar with a light brow.

Edgar could hear the sound of grinding his teeth in Lance's words. He quickly curled his smile and changed the subject, otherwise he would have ended up miserably, "Why can't it? I mean, why can't Emma's skirt work?"

Emma was wearing a pink short skirt and a pink hairband at this time. She was young and energetic with some cuteness. She would not emphasize her figure too much, nor would she exaggerate her position too much. This was very consistent with her age and fully showed the little girl's vitality.

"It's too mediocre, and too stupid." Lance said without hesitation, leaving Edgar speechless. "She looks like a brainless blonde... a redhead." Lance's words made Emma grimaced, obviously not satisfied with her evaluation, "The most important thing is lack of texture."

"Lance, Emma is still a child. When she walked on the red carpet, she emphasized youthfulness and vitality. You can't ask Disney child stars to stand on the red carpet to pose, right?" Edgar obviously disagreed. He looked back at Emma, ​​"Sorry, I don't mean to offend." Emma responded with a roll of eyes. Edgar smiled helplessly, and then turned to Lance, "The evening dress that Sebastian chose before, the princess puff sleeves, is also the little girl's thing. You can't wear Jessica's clothes on Emma."

Lance tied up his tie, walked to the gantry and looked around, and pointed to one, "I think this room is good. Youthfulness does not mean being naive and stupid, there is a difference." Edgar was so angry that he smoked his orifices, but Lance ignored it at all, and turned around and left the room.

Edgar turned to look at Emma with a helpless look on his face; Emma shrugged, "Why do I give it a try?"

After changing her clothes, Emma looked at herself in the mirror. The mint blue skirt contrasted with her fair skin. The upper body was a women's shirt design. The azure lotus leaf collar and pearl buttons were neatly buttoned one by one. The five-point sleeve design lacked a serious and formality and became playful. The lower body's skirt hem was slightly fluffy, and the length of the skirt was a little above the knee, with a sense of academy, the vitality of youth and the restrained elegance of a lady perfectly combined.

The curve of the corners of her mouth couldn't help but gently raised it. Her slightly red cheeks made Emma feel a little uncomfortable, but she couldn't help but pinch the hem of her skirt with her fingertips, lifted it up carefully, and then stood there and turned gently two circles, looking at her somewhat familiar and unfamiliar self in the mirror.

This is a dress that Emma has never tried, because it looks more like a dress that only college students choose. She is only in the tenth grade this year, and this outfit seems a bit too mature; but she unexpectedly likes herself, fantasizing about holding a stack of books and walking through the sycamore tree path on the university campus, Lance in a white shirt sits on the bench, and she walks towards Lance with a light pace...

"Emma?" Edgar's voice came from outside, "How are you? If you don't like it, we can try some other ones."

"Oh, no, no, I'm fine." Emma said in panic, "I'm fine, everything is fine!" Emma quickly sorted out her hairstyle, but found that her smile in the mirror never disappeared. What expression would Lance have when she saw her outfit?

Emma stood on tiptoe and ran to the door, opened the bathroom door, and appeared in front of Edgar. Edgar couldn't help but be stunned. Obviously, she didn't expect Emma to have such a side. Emma bypassed Edgar, walked into the room, and turned around, "How is it?"

When his steps stopped, Emma saw Lance appearing at the door. He was buttoning the cuffs. He looked up and saw Emma. He couldn't help but pause for a second. The yellow-haired girl who was not big in my impression has finally become a graceful girl. Lance almost forgot that this little girl is the Shitou Sister in the future who has won the love of countless people. The stunning flashed slightly in her eyes, and it flew in a flash.

"You can prepare your makeup and hair." Lance calmed down and said in a deep voice, then turned around and left again.

Emma captured the light in that moment, and her mood suddenly soared towards the sky as if she had wings. She wanted to restrain the corners of her mouth, but she couldn't help but sketch a high arc, as if the whole world had become brighter at this moment.
Chapter completed!