Filed To Story: A Little Princess's Journey from Darkness to Light Novel
“Lilly, I think your Uncle Anthony would look great in the bright pink. As for your Uncle Liam… hm, I think he’d look pretty good in black.”
They were just concerned for Blake now…
The Crawford family crossed their arms, taking in the sight of the ‘high lady’ walking down the stairs…
Lilly’s eyes twinkled. “Yeah, yeah! Uncle Liam, Uncle Anthony! Come on down!”
Those two were speechless.
Bettany held back her laughter, watching this group of guys failing to turn a little girl down.
What a turn of tables!
The lights had just gone up.
Three people were acting very strange around the garden’s boat-renting area.
Three men were clad in coats and hats, their hands rammed deep in their pockets as they got on a boat quietly.
Behind them was a little boy, hopping and prancing about.
Behind the little boy was a woman in a long red dress. She was covered in makeup, but looked rather strange…
Behind all of them was a girl of college age, having the time of her life taking pictures.
The three men were Blake, Anthony and Edmund. The made up lady had been called last minute, a reluctant Layton currently regretting his life choices.
Jean was practically in stitches at the sight. Despite Blake not crossdressing in the end, him and the other guys had all sported manicures. Lilly even insisted on making them wear flip flops to show off their dazzling toenails.
Said toenails were currently digging hard into their flip flops.
Jean hooked an arm around a twitching Layton, beaming. “Hey, pretty lady. Out alone tonight?”
It was a shame Layton couldn’t see her. He’d be fuming otherwise.
The boat was a small ferry. Upon entering the cabin, Blake and the rest took out their hands, and their toes stopped digging into the bottom of their flip flops.
How the hell had they walked the entire way like this?
Layton’s expression returned to normal as well. “What’s the mission today, Mr. MacNeil?”
He had only received an emergency call for him to come here for a mission.
Who would have expected for the Crawfords (specifically, Edmund and Lilly) to force him into women’s clothing…
Blake said, “Here, put this necklace on.”
This was a custom-made necklace Lilly had made to ward off evil spirits.
Layton in his crossdressing outfit was confused.
Following that, he saw the Crawfords’ brightly-colored nails.
Even their toenails were manicured.
Anthony and Edward had the same treatment. Anthony’s nails were bright pink and preppy, while Edward’s were black…
Uncle Edward stared at his nails, pretty satisfied with them. “Heh, I think they look pretty good actually.”
Layton was confused.
Layton did not know what to say. “What’s our mission today, Mr. Macneil?”
Blake said, “We’re going to lure someone out. They’ve seen Lilly and I before, so we can’t show ourselves. You’re going to lure it out.”
“I remember you’re pretty good at swimming, aren’t you? You’ve done an underwater battle before.”
Layton nodded his head. This was all not a problem.
But…
“Has that person seen me before? He asked solemnly.
Which enemy was this? Was it a prisoner on the loose?
Mr. Macneil was clearly so concerned!
Yet Blake stopped short, before saying. “No, they haven’t seen you.”
Layton was speechless.
So what was the point of him dressing up like this!
As if he could guess what Layton was thinking, Blake rattled off some nonsense off the top of his head at once. “This outfit’s to protect you. It’ll ward off evil spirits.”
Layton thought to himself, Thanks, so so much.
The ferry puttered off onto the river, spinning around slowly on the water.
“What are we going to do now?” Layton covered his face.
Blake was comfortably reclined on the couch, his arms spread out and his legs crossed.
“See that window?” he said. “Open it, and stick your head out.”
The ferry had been designed for the river tour. The second floor was the dock, with comfortable sofas. In the cabin was a minibar, with a window made of gla*s that could be opened.
Layton opened the window, and stuck his head out.
Lilly took off her shoes and climbed onto the sofa, copying the way Blake was sitting with her limbs stretched out. “Then you need to stick your arms out, and play with the water.”
Layton was baffled by it.
Crossdressing, sticking his head out of a window, and now playing with the water.
Why did something feel strangely off?
Whatever. A mission was a mission, and Layton was on one.
The window was quite a distance from the water, and he had no choice but to lean out of the window to get to it.
Thankfully he had pretty long hands, for how tall he was.
Lilly thumbed away on her phone, taking picture after picture of Layton before saying, “Say, ‘Come play, baby!”
Everyone on TV said that.
Anthony smirked.
Blake twitched in amusement. “Don’t shout too loudly, darling.”
And so the lot of them sat sipping their coffees as Layton toiled away by the window. The wind had messed up his silky hair, and his hand patted the water half-heartedly.
What a beautiful sight he made.
Just then, Layton felt something.
He frowned. Water weeds?
But it was very thin and slippery, and felt more like hair!
The next second, he felt as if his wrist was being grabbed harshly and yanked out!
Layton was elated.
The bait had worked?
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