Chapter 15

ZENEVIEVA

We went to the boutique.

I glanced around the clothes that hung neatly without touching it. Even a blind person would see that the quality is trash.

Tyson won't come in but stand outside with the guards. I had practically told him I'm never going to get the clothes alone and he had no choice than to follow me.

I stormed out.

"Where's the cloth?" He asked but I shrugged.

"The quality is wack and it's too cheap. The colors are dull and there aren't any diamond or silver petals on the clothes. Most especially, there's no blue color."

He gasped.

"This is the fourth place you're repeating this statement, can you just take anything and let's get the hell out?"

"No! I would never take any trashy design when the Queen ordered a spectacular one for me. That same type or even something extraordinary is what I want."

"You're crazy! Now listen to me…"

"No, listen to me Tyson, it's a high quality blue strapless gown or nothing!!"

I slammed.

To hell with his orders!

I would never settle f