"Hey, little Tiran, which outfit do you think Mom looks better in?" Vivian stood in front of the mirror, comparing the clothes she held up to herself, seemingly stuck in a dilemma.

"It's all good..." Tiran, with a tired look that said "destroy me," sat cross-legged on the bed, glanced weakly back, and then lay down on his back.

"How about asking Aya to help me take a look?"

"Oh, okay!"

"Well, it seems like we can't really tell if it fits or not just by looking. I guess I'll have to try them on. Aya, come over and help me change clothes." Vivian reached out to push aside the straps of her nightgown.

"Give me a break, will you?"

Tiran finally couldn't stand it anymore, flopped over like a salted fish, pointed a fin at Aya, who was about to touch Vivian's dress straps on her back, and loudly stopped her.

Touching other women's bodies... Even if it's my lady mother, Miss Vivian, she wouldn't be happy about it, you idiot Aya!

(No no no, isn't this already beyond just being happy or not?)

"Well, but these clothes are not easy to change without help..." Vivian showed a conflicted expression and sent a smiley glance towards Tiran.

"Got it! I'll help, is that fine?" Princess Tiran sighed and got off the bed, came up behind Vivian, and looked at her hands with the fins doubtfully caught in her nightgown.

Taking off her nightgown slowly, Tiran glared sternly at Aya.

I don't think this is my fault... Poor Aya.

"Um, Tiran, this part seems a bit tight..." Vivian hooked a finger on the fabric in front of her chest.

"Shut up! Don't mention that!" Tiran, as if a cat stepped on its tail, screamed and covered Vivian's mouth, then turned back fiercely to Aya, "Turn around! Don't look!"

"Yes, yes." Aya raised her hands innocently and listened carefully to the movements behind her.

The rustling sound of fabric rubbing.

"Hehe, Tiran, don't worry, you're your mother's daughter, there's definitely room for growth in the future. When the time comes, you can let Aya help you... Ugh."

"Don't mention it!"

"Okay, okay, won't mention it." Deciding to take care of her daughter's feelings, the Queen closed her mouth and started trying on the clothes.

"Okay, Aya, you can take a look now." After nearly twenty minutes without the sound of fabric, Vivian's voice finally pronounced the end of Aya's standing-in-the-corner punishment and turned back.

"Uh, how is it? Does it look nice?" The Queen turned around in a circle, hands on hips, striking a pose resembling a magical girl transformation, blinked at Aya, then pulled Tiran closer, "Look, Tiran has also changed clothes."

Feeling a bit dazed from being suddenly pulled, Tiran faced Aya without avoiding eye contact, just adjusting her messy hair slightly and biting her lip, "How does it look?"

"Uh, it looks very nice." Aya nodded.

Ah, how should I say... Even though they've crossed a certain line, Aya and Tiran still strangely maintained the shy emotions of teenagers in a budding romantic relationship.

Tiran put on a sundress, with pleated lace, a thin chiffon-like texture, silver hair flowing behind her, and a wide-brimmed sun hat on her head, giving off a feeling of midsummer, sunshine, and ocean waves.

And the Queen Mother, oh, she seemed even more stunning. Perhaps because the other clothes didn't fit well, she simply chose a strapless bodice and a cropped jacket, paired with a navy blue skirt, revealing a beautifully toned waistline... It even showed her oblique muscles, completely hiding any traces of having given birth.

"She's like a carbon copy... The Queen Mother looks like Tiran's sister."

Except for a certain part... Speaking of which, Aya seemed to have an impression of the clothes on Vivian, as if Mimi had tried different styles, but unfortunately, Princess Vivian didn't cooperate well. Even if everything else fit perfectly, the most crucial part couldn't be supported, causing the whole outfit to collapse. Resulting in Vivian perfectly pulling it off.

"Thanks, Aya, you're quite good with words."

"I say, Aya, your words really upset me." Tiran walked a few steps forward to Aya, placing her hands on the shoulders of her shaking sister, speaking deliberately.

"Ahahaha, um, the weather is really nice today!"

Aya involuntarily stepped back, frantically trying to change the subject.

"Well, since the weather is nice today, let's go out."

"Um...?"

Both of them froze.

"Of course, why do you think I went through the trouble of finding an outfit to go out? It's for you, Tiran!" Vivian said matter-of-factly, suddenly grabbing Tiran from behind. "Come on, let's go shopping, Tiran!"

"Just a minute! I—won't—go! I already have enough clothes, why do I have to go shopping again?" As a seasoned homebody, Princess Tiran adhered to the principle of not going out if she didn't have to, and if it wasn't for Vivian wanting to dig through her closet, she wouldn't have brought up going shopping.

"Uh... but Mom wants to help Tiran pick out a swimsuit."

"I don't want to go anywhere—wait! Did you just say swimsuit?" Tiran confirmed that she hadn't misheard and began to wonder what her mother was up to.

"Yeah, don't you need to wear a swimsuit at the beach to play?" Vivian said naturally.

It was the first time Princess Tiran had encountered such a situation. Normally, no one could keep up with her train of thought, but this time, the roles were reversed.

"Why go to the beach at all? Isn't the castle pool nice for swimming? I don't want to get tanned!"

"Uh? But doesn't the pool lack the feeling of summer? I specially chose this beach outfit for you," Vivian nodded as she spoke. "After all, the beach is a summer must-have. Even though it's the tail end of summer, it's still summer, right?"

That did sound somewhat reasonable, and because Gilliast Castle was located on the coast, a decent quality beach—though Princess Tiran, a proud hermit, had never been to.

"Right? Mom asked Mimi, and there have been people looking after the beach lately. Summer is about to end, it'd be a waste if we don't go, wouldn't it?" Vivian folded her hands in front of her chest, looking at Tiran expectantly.

The beach and swimsuits, they were part of the romantic summer for young boys and girls. The thought of youthful, energetic bodies in swimsuits was intriguing... No wonder, since ancient times, there had always been some benefits to be had. In a way, Princess Tiran also harbored a longing for it.

"But I still think staying at home suits me better... I'd rather die than go outside on such a sunny day. I will not buy a swimsuit, nor will I go to the beach!"

"Um..." Vivian pondered, hand on her chin, as if contemplating how to persuade her daughter.

Heh heh, it's useless. Haven't people tried to get me to do similar things in my past life? Hoping to get a shut-in to go out voluntarily was simply wishful thinking...

"Well, there's no other way then. It looks like Mom will have to go with Aya. Oh, remember to tell Mimi that we won't be back tonight—" Vivian hugged Aya's arm.

"What the! I will go, Ok?