GoodNovelChapter 45 CLOTHES FOR MY DEAR MAIDEN VALERIA She looked ata bit surprised at first, but then quickly masked it as best she could and went back to her work.
I guess my scars were enough to stun anyone.
Clothing hung everywhere, and sewing accessories filled the display case along the back wall.
I loved sewing and embroidery.
In my free time, I had practiced a lot and was the one who always mended Dorians clothes Valeria, cwithto choose His Majestys suits, the housekeeper ordered, and I followed her deeper into the shop.
We spent quite stselecting fabrics and pre made outfits, handkerchiefs, accessories everything And practically every decision ended up relying on my taste.
It seemed the King wanted to dress elegantly for the visit to the Silver Lake pack.
I think this will be enough, I said to the housekeeper, who nodded in agreement.
Just then, the shops owner, Mrs.
Betty, entered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe new fabrics have arrived! Everythings ready! she announced enthusiastically, and for sreason, she looked atwith a strange sparkle in her eyes that sent a bad feeling through me.
Valeria, while I oversee the packing of His Majestys garments, go with Mrs.
Betty to get measured and have sdresses made for you, she stated bluntly.
At least three, Mrs.
Betty the finest fabrics, full sets, undergarments, nightgowns.
Spare no expense, and make sure the colors match His Majestys palette.
She turned to give the shopkeeper instructions, and now I understood why her eyes were sparkling so much she was probably calculating all the gold shed be earning today Wait, maam, 1 dont need such elegant clothing. Whats in for? Valeria, if you have any doubts or complaints, take them up with His Majesty Im just following orders.
And just like that, just as rude as her master, she leftmid sentence, while a very excited seamstress practically draggedupstairs to a private fitting room.
Undress, dear.
Lets measure those lovely curves of yours Dont worry, youre in good hands, she reassured me, but I couldnt relax when I had no idea what was going on.
Still, I had no choice but to undress, remaining only in the thin white slip I wore under my dress.
She kept talking and talking like a parrot, measuring every inch ofwhile chattering about trends and occasionally askingto pick something I nodded and answered when required, though in reality, I wasnt as calm as I pretended to be.
My mind was racing with a thousand thoughts.
Alina ! Bringthe lace sell she suddenly shouted toward the door behind me, and through the full length mirror in front of me, I saw a clumsy blonde girl enter carrying a large box.
Not these! I told you this morning to bring out the newest collection! she scolded after checking the boxs DEAR KÜSIDEN contents on the side table.
The poor blonde, sweating nervously, rushed back out the door.
Mrs.
Betty returned to my side, still rambling about how hard it was to find good, skilled girls for the trade .
And finally, I couldnt hold back the words lodged in my throat.
Mrs.
Betty, are you... hiring staff? ... I have experience in sewing, and Im a hard worker.
Please, you can puton trial, I said timidly, and she looked at me, astonished.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmReally? I thought you were ... she stopped herself, and I wasnt quite sure what she had been about to imply .
I mean, I just didnt think youd be looking for work.
Of course! Im always in need of expert hands.
If youd like, once were done here, I can test your skills.
Really? Thank you, Mrs.
Betty ! Ill do my best! You wont regret it! I replied, smiling, unable to believe she had actually agreed
This was perfect! I could rent a small house near the castle and stay close enough to keep an eye on whether Aldric found the cure for my curse.
På resist that lustful beasts attacks even if I ended up soaked in my own panties but would get out from under the Lycan Kings shadow. By the way, please ... just makeone dress.
I probably wont even need it.
But Miss Sasha said- Make every single piece as instructed, camen Aldrics sold voice, makingshiver instantly. immediately raised my hand to cover my exposed chest and looked through the mirrors reflection.
The blonde girl had left the door open, and there he was, standing there, brow furrowed, looking just as ever.
How much had he heard of our conversation? Judging by a lycans hearing probably everything.
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