Inside the door, Willie held the wedding dress, gesturing to her own figure, and sadly discovered that the dress was indeed designed entirely for her; it fit her without the slightest resistance.

...It was so empty down there, I felt so insecure.

Along with the formal attire, an exquisite crown was also brought in. Delicate chains draped gently over the forehead, connected to a hazy white veil that held the head just wide enough to obscure the boy's face. A few strands of platinum-gold hair peeked out as the crown swayed, exuding a noble and captivating aura.

But Willie was secretly relieved that he could at least cover his face.

After a long silence, "Lansha" couldn't help but cautiously ask, "Your Highness, how is it?"

With a slight bend, Vili smoothed out the lace wrinkles on her skirt. In the candlelight, her delicate shoulder blades seemed to shimmer with a lustrous glow, but sadly, no one witnessed this beautiful sight.

After walking a few steps inside, he found that as long as he lifted the wide skirt, the outfit was quite easy to move in, with less restriction on the legs, and could even be considered lightweight.

"...No problem."

Vili said, "What's the use of trying to salvage a bad situation?"

"You can go down now."

He needs to mentally prepare himself before going out in public wearing this outfit.

The wedding dress is one thing, but I wonder what kind of impression he left on "Lansha" that made her choose such a pure white color... As a vampire wedding, isn't this a bit absurd?

Willie sat down with a look of utter despair, her piled-up skirt draping down naturally like a blooming flower.

He felt that whatever happened next couldn't be worse than it was now.

But he was still too naive.