267 You Look...Perfect!

Luckily for her, Draven, who was done with his phone call, pushed open the door and walked into the room. He shut the door behind him and lifted his eyes, only for his gaze to fall on Avelina, who was staring at him with a dropped neck.

He could immediately tell that something was wrong, so he asked, "Is there a problem?"

Avelina turned around, showing her back to him. "This is the problem. I can't reach it." The corset was very loose, thus completely leaving her upper back in view.

Draven flickered his eyes and quickly averted his gaze. "W-what do you want me to do? Should I c-call your maids for—"

"No!" Avelsin interrupted him. "Help me do it."

"Me?" Draven asked. 

"Mhm." Avelina nodded.

"It is useless to call them just for this."