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The girl who fell from the polar star - Chapter 31: Party

“Why do I have to show up at the party dressed like this?” Stella asked. “Because everyone wants to see it!” Rye said. “Come on, you can’t just buy a new outfit and only wear it once .” “If you say so.” Stella was at the restaurant, surrounded by everyone. She was in the same white chemise dress she’d worn for her dinner with Greggs. Prettily embroidered and with weird frilly things on the skirt, it had been purchased and retailored at Typica’s suggestion. Only Typica and Varrell had seen her in it, which was why Rye was being so insistent—but if Stella was being honest, she didn’t appreciate being treated as a dress-up doll. “It looks really pretty on you, Miss Stella,” Marie said. “Of course it does,” Typica said with a smug grin. “ I picked it for her, after all. If only she’d also wear the cute hat and accessories we bought. Why must you be so stubborn, Stella?” “I don’t need those,” Stella said. Typica shoved a finger at her. “See? Stubborn. Girls like you should care more about ...

The girl who fell from the polar star - Chapter 30: Witch

Stella headed home with Varrell and Typica after her dinner with Greggs. “That was terrifying,” Varrell said. “That’s not how you treat someone of his rank.” “I was being honest with him, which was exactly what he wanted. I had a good time, anyway.” “You spoiled the meal for everyone,” Typica said. “Didn’t you notice the hateful stares of Mr. Greggs’s men?” “That did put me in quite a good mood. I knew they wouldn’t actually do anything. Their real job is to make their master look important.” “All right,” Varrell said. “Enough with the disguises, witch. Reveal yourself!” Stella laughed. He sounded so serious. “This is me. I really am just a skinny little girl. Anyway, Varrell, would you carry me the rest of the way? I’m tired.” Varrell frowned. “Why?” “Right back at you. Are you embarrassed of picking me up in front of your sister?” “As you wish, Master,” Varrell said, sighing. Then he knelt and—careful not to wrinkle her dress—hoisted her onto his shoulder. “Happy?” “Quite.” Typica ...