Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 455 - 171 Black Swan and White Swan_2

The two stood in front of the mirror, one in black and the other in white, each wearing a similarly styled but contrasting elaborate swan gown. The dresses exposed their shoulders, with V-shaped necklines edged with fine pleated floral decorations that subtly revealed their fair and delicate collarbones. The crisscrossing straps cinched at the waist highlighted the slightly unripe curves of their figures, and when paired with the feathered wings at the back, they created a fairy-tale style that seemed detached from reality.

After carefully comparing their makeup and cheeks, they each picked up foundation to touch up each other’s makeup. In doing so, they readjusted the contours and shadows of their faces, bringing their appearances closer to a similar middle ground.

Finally, with their dressing and makeup complete, they stood in front of the mirror like natural-born twins. Yet the two, bearing the same looks but different auras, clashed to create an unusual impact.

"This is... simply... fantastic. It’s like the most beautiful and exquisite lady is standing before you, but doubled, no, it’s an even higher, more astonishing joy. This shock of black and white, this damned sense of fate, oh, my fairy-tale princess from my dreams, you have finally stepped out from those distant and hazy fantasies to stand before me so clearly, making my heart beat restlessly as though holding a fragile and invaluable crystal treasure, afraid to shake it too much. Ah, my princess, my dream woman, my lifelong wish, I would willingly die at this moment, for my life is without further regrets..."

When the two emerged, the people present marveled at the appearance of the two songstresses, and among them, a few were especially frenzied, even losing their composure and babbling in madness.

"Alright, stop embarrassing yourself," Audrey said with a smile, walking up to the costume designer who was kneeling on the ground, muttering incessantly. She lifted her shoe, which had white wings, and placed it on the back of the designer’s hand, gently twisting it.

"Ah—" The pain finally snapped the artistically dressed costume designer back to reality.

Seeing him returned to normal, Audrey withdrew her foot and then turned to go back to Tilan’s side.

"It’s getting late, let’s start getting ready. We have to finish shooting the MV today, as Tilan has to return tomorrow."

"Understood!" Now everyone was also filled with excitement and enthusiasm, quickly getting into action.

"Camera 1 in position."

"Camera 2 in position."

"Camera 3 in position."

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"Camera 15 in position."

"Lighting engineer in position."

"Adjust the light source, switch on the fill lights."

"Setting up the realistic environment, beginning detail work."

"Start setting up the props."

"Environment and props set up complete, begin isolating external noises."

"Turn on the artificial wind."

"Activate the bird, insect, and animal white noise."

"Musicians in position, begin sound check."

"Sound check complete, both lead singers enter."

At this moment, Tilan and Audrey entered the pre-arranged setting, with a backdrop of a classic boudoir inside a castle palace.

In the beginning of the shot, only the back of a young girl was visible; maidens were grooming her long hair and adorning her with various accessories. Then, the shot slowly widened to reveal the entire room, where one could see a bed strewn with white rose petals and the room’s elegant and luxurious furniture, even the pearl earrings by the girl’s side were of incredible value.

Then the camera shifted again, zooming in progressively on the beautifully carved yet somewhat eerie makeup mirror in the center of the room. Find your next read on novelbuddy

Reflected in the mirror was the girl’s face, with her delicate nose, slender and slightly upturned eyebrows, and white, pale-golden hair, which was exceedingly beautiful.

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Suddenly, the girl in the mirror blinked, presenting an opposite hair color to the girl outside the mirror, and the white princess dress seen in the reflection also turned black.

The princess in front of the mirror, faced with such a phenomenon, showed no surprise or alarm, but instead revealed a mysterious smile, gently pressing her finger on the mirror surface to meet the palm of her reflection.

The strangeness of this scene went unnoticed by the maidens, or perhaps in their eyes, the girl in the mirror still looked exactly like the one in front of it.

After the grooming was completed, the maidens carried the hem of the girl’s dress, and together they walked out of the room. The scene then shifted to a golden, resplendent hall.

Here were guests clad in splendid attire, each wearing a mask, dancing in pairs on the dance floor, twirling like full and blooming roses.

Along the way, the princess conversed with the guests in the hall, while in the shot, mirrors appeared intermittently—some were full-length mirrors at the corners of the hall, some were small ones on tables, others were reflections in wine glasses, and yet others were silhouettes in exquisite porcelain plates.

The girl in black and white attire in these mirrors kept alternating, and the girl walking through the hall also switched between white hair with a white dress and black hair with a black dress depending on the guest she faced.

After conversing and greeting many guests, the princess finally approached the King and his consort; however, due to the camera angle, only their torsos were shown, not their faces.

Then, under the King’s direction, the princess looked ahead. A prince clad in striking white attire and wearing a white butterfly mask made his entrance. He wore an elaborate crown that complemented the elegant silver tiara on the princess’s forehead, hinting at their equal status as predestined partners.

Standing in the middle of the dance floor, the princess alternated between black hair with a black dress and white hair with a white dress. She looked at the prince across with hopeful eyes, and then stepped forward bit by bit. Her half-shadow grazed the tabletop, and the reflections in the porcelain plates and glasses kept changing until, at last, the two touched fingertips, and the scene was fixed.