Chapter 250 This girl is overthinking things
After Alice changed and emerged from the changing room, everyone's gaze was fixed on her.
It wasn't because the dress was exceptionally stunning, but rather because Alice hadn't worn it correctly.
William glanced at her and couldn't help but inwardly sigh. His foolish disciple couldn't even wear a dress properly. Was this really the Alice who was hailed as a noble young lady?
The most ridiculous part was that she had tied the shawl meant for her shoulders around her waist as if it were a belt.
"Come with me!" William commanded, heading back towards the dressing room.
"Oh." Alice stuck out her pink tongue and, with her head lowered, followed behind William.
Standing inside the changing room, William called out, "Come in!"
"Huh?" Alice, with wide eyes, stared at William. The dressing room was indeed spacious, but what was she supposed to do inside?
Yet, since William had called, she had no choice but to enter.
After she stepped inside, William quickly closed the door, positioning himself in front of her. His hands reached for her waist, causing Alice to stiffen in surprise and silence.
William began to untie what she had mistaken as a waistband...
The two were in close proximity. William, being half a head taller, tilted his head close to Alice's right ear, his hands moving to the back of her waist.
Alice could feel William's warm breath on her ear, making her even more nervous.
Could it be? Did her master prefer such places for...
There were so many people standing outside!
Oh my God!
This was so embarrassing! Mortifyingly so!
And she had just put on this dress!
Or did her master prefer doing such acts while fully clothed?
She'd have to make sure not to make any loud noises later,otherwise, it would be utterly shameful.
William's movements were swift. After untying the shawl that Alice had mistaken as a waistbelt, he adjusted the dress she was wearing. He then tied the actual belt around her waist and stepped back to inspect his handiwork, commenting, "This looks about right now."
With her eyes still tightly shut, Alice clenched her fists, her body trembling slightly.
She wondered if the first time would be painful and if it would be too much for her to bear. Only when she heard William's voice did she slowly open her eyes to see him standing a meter away, observing her.
"Why are you so nervous? Do you think I would hit you over such a trivial matter?" William really didn't know why Alice was so afraid of him. Was it just because he helped tie her belt? Is there a need to be this frightened?
Look at this young girl, she's trembling.
Perhaps he had been too stern with her in the past, instilling some fear in her.
William pondered. He hadn't been excessively harsh to Alice, had he? The only time he had reprimanded her physically was a light tap on the head, nothing more. Surely, that wasn't enough for her to be this scared?
Alice, resembling a startled quail, shrank back a little, feeling a mix of relief and slight regret. She awkwardly said, "Nervous? Me? I'm not nervous."
After a moment of contemplation, William said, "Alright, there's a little more to do. Turn around."
"Turn around?" Alice's eyes squinted slightly. She wasn't even sure what kind of chaotic thoughts were swirling in her mind. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she turned her back to him.
Given William's character, even if she turned her back, he probably wouldn't do anything to her. So, she should stop overthinking.
After a brief hesitation, William, from the storage ring he wore, took out a beautifully crafted gold hairpiece and a gem-encrusted hairpin. He began arranging Alice's hair.
Alice's hair was naturally thick and reached her waist.
Although she had professional hairstylists attend to her hair in the past, William's adept fingers crafted something special for her.
Considering the overall look shouldn't be too extravagant, he fashioned a small bun for her, slightly tilted behind her ear. Skillfully inserting the gold hairpiece and the gem hairpin, he transformed Alice's demeanor instantly.
Finally, William draped the shawl over her shoulders. With these adjustments, Alice's aura shifted dramatically. She exuded an elegance and grace, with an added touch of refreshing simplicity.
"Remember, this is called a shawl, not a belt. Didn't I already provide a belt with this dress?" William remarked. "All done now. You can head out."
Standing in front of the mirror, Alice felt as if she had transformed into an entirely different person. Her makeup remained the same, but with the change in her outfit and the added hair accessories, her entire demeanor underwent a drastic shift.
She felt an uncanny sensation, as if the person in the mirror was a fairy from legends.
"Master, if you became a fashion designer, you'd surely be incredibly popular," Alice said with a playful smile, her cheeks still flushed, making her appear especially charming.
"Fashion designer? What's that?" William encountered a new term. He wondered whether he could indeed become a standout figure in the fashion world.
Alice rolled her eyes and said, "Never mind, I won't explain. Let's go."
This old man doesn't even know what a fashion designer is.
Once they stepped outside, Alistair was taken aback when he saw Alice again.
The charm of Renaissance-era gowns was unparalleled, and the ensemble William crafted perfectly suited Alice's aura.
While Alice didn't have a voluptuous figure, her attire made her look both innocent and alluring, reminiscent of a maiden from ancient paintings.
In that era, girls were considered adults by the age of thirteen or fourteen. Compared to modern-day girls, they might appear more petite, but this didn't hinder their unique allure in such dresses.
Evelyn observed Alice, a hint of envy and jealousy flashing in her eyes.
Her own dress was custom-made by a top-tier fashion designer, but when compared to William's creation, it seemed rather ordinary.
"Sir, may I ask your name?" Alistair could hardly believe that William had only learned tailoring for three or four days.
When Alice had dressed herself earlier, she hadn't worn the outfit correctly, which made it look rather unremarkable. However, now that William had adjusted it and added the hair accessories, her overall demeanor had dramatically improved.
Alistair could make such a dress himself, but William's skill was clearly evident.
When it came to formal wear, Alistair truly wanted to learn from William. After all, he had higher aspirations in clothing design and believed that there was always something new to learn in fashion.
"Just call me William," replied William without any hint of arrogance.
In his view, clothing actually embodies a lot of cultural etiquette. From initially covering private parts out of shame, to later for the sake of aesthetics, and then it became a cultural and ceremonial inheritance, which can be traced back a long way.
William has deep brown hair, bright blue eyes, and fair skin. As a man who has witnessed the entire history of the world, he has deep feelings for this planet and human culture. Many cultural traditions from the Renaissance period have been passed down and preserved because of him.
"Would you teach me how to make Renaissance-era formal wear?" Alistair asked William with hope in his eyes.
William gave a faint smile and responded, "My time is limited. If you truly wish to learn, you should first familiarize yourself with the culture and history of that era. I believe that on this continent, there are many outstanding tailors who will surely meet your expectations."
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