That dress doesn't suit you.

"That dress doesn't suit her... or rather, perhaps dresses themselves don't suit her." When Romelia, the daughter of Duke Mitto, laid eyes on her, that was the impression she formed. In the garden of the Mitto Duke's mansion, which had long produced excellent military officials, a tea party was being held that day. Due to her meddlesome grandmother, Romelia, who had just turned ten, was half-forcibly elevated to host this tea party. Among the young ladies pretending to be her circle, they mockingly laughed at Baron's daughter Mel, who sat alone looking lost at a table placed in the corner of the venue. "As for Baron Hibert, he has failed the promotion exam four times and still works under a commoner civil official." "That's probably why his wife ran away from him. That girl Mel is really pitiful, isn't she?" Romelia gazed coldly at them laughing and whispering on either side of her. Then, her brother's runaway horse burst in, and the tea party fell into chaos. At that moment, it was Mel—treated as the lowest-ranking person present—who leaped onto the horse's back, her ill-fitting pink dress fluttering, and brought order to the confusion. Seeing this, Romelia felt her heart soar in a way it never had before.