'I thought this was supposed to be funny.'
But Heinz wasn't laughing. Not even close.
When Alexandria had proposed this little "test," it was obvious from the start that part of it was playful revenge for the trial Florian had orchestrated for the princesses. Something to fluster him, embarrass him—an innocent prank, really.
Heinz should've been amused. Normally, he would be. Florian's constant antics, his dramatic flailing, his endearing ability to get flustered over the smallest things—it was one of the things Heinz adored most about him.
But he hadn't been prepared for this.
The moment Florian stepped out wearing that maid outfit—the tight, dark violet fabric clinging to his slender waist, the frilly silver apron tied perfectly at the back, the lace choker around his neck, and those damn thigh-high stockings—something inside Heinz just broke.
'Oh, you naive little thing…'
