Chapter 17

ZENEVIEVA.

"You stole this, didn't you?"

Another said and my tongue was tied. Why does it have to be a Prince's wear, was my life tied to arrogant royalty?

I didn't say a word and I kept staring at them and I decided to be more brave and bold.

They will trample on me if I make it obvious that they are intimidating me.

"The Queen of Mudville Pack sent me, I need the designer as soon as possible!"

"Mudville will send guards to fill up this place to flaunt their wealth rather send a young looking petite girl like you"

An elderly man said.

"Where's the proof? Or are you just a stranger or an outcast looking for whom to spy?"

"I'm not! What I need is important".

"What?" The first woman that accused me of wearing the Prince's clothes asked.

"I will only tell the designer!"

"You are a terrible Liar!" She slammed.

"And the fact that she stole isn't adding up, She's a thief!! Take her away , what are you waiting for!" She yelled to coerce the others who were partially convinced and I gasped,