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Angel's Prank (CD Caption)
🕑 Added 2025-05-15 13:48:18 +0000 UTCHe had planned this carefully. As long as that noble boy from the rival family walked to the edge of the pond, the hidden mechanism would trip him, making him fall into the water in a completely embarrassing fashion. He would become the laughingstock of everyone present. However, just as he stood in a concealed spot, eagerly waiting for his prank to succeed, a gentle breeze swept by, and ripples spread across the water's surface. Suddenly, he felt his balance slipping away. Before he could react, he tumbled forward and crashed into the pond, sending water splashing everywhere.
Cold water soaked his clothes as he scrambled onto the shore, his once-proud demeanor now completely drenched. Servants rushed toward him in a panic, but he had no time to think about why he had fallen. The only thing on his mind was changing into dry clothes as quickly as possible.
The servants led him to a room and handed him a set of garments. It wasn't until he took them in his hands that he realized—they were a set of elaborate women's attire.
He frowned, about to question them, but his body moved on its own. His fingers deftly undid his wet clothes and, without hesitation, slipped into the delicate lace undergarments. The soft fabric clung to his skin, sending an unfamiliar sensation through him. A sense of unease crept into his heart, but his hands continued working without pause.
Next, he reached for the white stockings. With smooth and precise movements, he pulled them up his legs, stretching them all the way to his thighs. The thin material outlined his slender legs perfectly. His heartbeat quickened, his mind a chaotic mess, yet his hands expertly adjusted the fabric, smoothing out any wrinkles. Then, he picked up a pair of pink high-heeled shoes and slipped them on. The heels weren't very tall, but they gave him a graceful posture, making each step feel refined and deliberate.
A mirror was placed in front of him, and the table before him was neatly arranged with an assortment of cosmetics. His hands moved naturally, picking up the powder puff and gently applying foundation to his face. He shaped his eyebrows, blended eyeshadow, and dabbed a soft pink color onto his lips. Each action was fluid and practiced as if he had done this countless times before.
Finally, he placed a golden blonde wig on his head, carefully arranging the cascading curls. Ribbons and pearls adorned his hair, and a delicately tilted hat completed the look. He gazed at his reflection—what he saw was no longer a noble boy but a graceful young lady. The pink gown draped elegantly around him, layered with dreamy, soft fabric. Lace and bows adorned the dress, giving it an air of aristocratic charm. And the high heels on his feet added a touch of refined femininity, making each step feel more poised than the last.
The door opened gently, and that noble boy from the rival family stood at the entrance. He froze for a brief moment, then smiled in admiration. She should have felt humiliated, yet for some reason, her heart skipped a beat, and warmth rose to her cheeks.
She hesitated briefly, then delicately lifted the hem of her dress and stepped forward. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor was crisp and clear, and her gown swayed slightly with her movements. There was an unfamiliar nervousness in her chest, but mingled with it was an inexplicable sense of anticipation.
The noble boy extended his hand toward her, and after a moment's hesitation, she placed her hand in his. The moment their fingers touched, her heart trembled slightly, and she didn't dare to meet his gaze.
They walked side by side, strolling through the garden as they talked. A gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers, and the sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the path. The prank she had originally planned was now a distant memory, replaced by a feeling she couldn't quite describe.
When the noble boy softly invited her for afternoon tea, she barely hesitated before nodding in agreement.
As they walked toward the pavilion, she suddenly felt an odd sensation—someone was watching her. She turned her head sharply and spotted a small figure floating in the air. It was an angel, hovering with a mischievous smile.
She blinked in surprise, eyes widening. "Was it… you?"
The angel clapped its hands playfully, its voice filled with amusement. "That's right! This was all my doing."
She stood frozen for a moment before lowering her gaze slightly. Thinking back on everything that had happened—from her fall into the pond to the strange compulsion guiding her through dressing and makeup—she finally understood. This wasn't a coincidence. It was the angel's prank all along.
Yet, she didn't feel angry.
She glanced toward the noble boy in the distance, then down at her own gown, her fingers lightly brushing over the fabric. After a brief pause, she smiled softly and whispered, "Thank you."
Without hesitation, she turned and hurried to catch up with the noble boy. Her pink gown fluttered as she moved, and the heels on her feet clicked rhythmically against the stone pathway. Her steps felt lighter now, and without realizing it, there was a small smile on her lips.
The angel watched her departing figure with a satisfied grin, flapping its tiny wings.
"From now on," it murmured, "I shall protect your love."
