Romans & histoires Royal Shop Of Young Lady

"Also the auction. What if nobody buys the diamond necklace because I'm wearing it?" He laughed. "Trust me, Skye. A chance to buy a piece worn by someone in the royal family? People will be spending their millions on it." I thought about his words and got stuck on "someone in the royal family." Everyone–even the King–already sees me as part of the royal family despite the wedding still not being planned. It gave me a new sense of anxiety but also pride. "I must not fuck this up," I thought to myself. – @ – The Valeria Charity Gala is an annual auction event and art gallery exhibit headed by different powerful families in Arcadia. This year, the royal family is hosting the event, which happen

one of the lady said as she batted her eyelashes coquettishly and loosened two buttons of her shirt, exposing her creamy bosom. The other lady was more reserved, although she had come to seduce the eldest Master, she couldn't be so obvious like the other lady, she quietly took a sip of her drink, she was sure she didn't have a chance and she stood up, preparing to leave when the eldest Master grabbed her arm. " Why are you in a hurry, actually I prefer you to her" Royal said with a wicked gleam in his eyes

“Miss, would you like us to call the Royal House of Couture to send us their best evening gowns? We heard they would launch a new set of limited-edition royal ball gowns next week. It will be a month of promenades; thus, daughters of wealthy families had already made reservations for the show!” “What did you say?” Leah snapped when she heard that, and the stylist received a sharp glare from her once again. "Don't you know that ROYAL HOUSE OF COUTURE IS MY ENEMY? Get me something from my future cousin-in-law, Janise! She’s the real queen in designing and not that damn bitch, Wanda!” The stylists shared a worried look. Hesitant, one makeup artist had the bravery to speak up. “Erm, Miss Leah… A

My guards and chauffeurs were waiting, but I dismissed them, much to Scarlett's dismay. I knew she was dying to know why we were going alone, but instead, she remained quiet throughout the ride. I was making her uncomfortable, and I hadn't even tried to. Yet. I stopped in front of the building that caught my attention on our way to the palace. A luxury store for jewelry, accessories, and clothing. YARA; FOR WOMEN. A well-known popular clothing brand. Scarlett looked at me bewildered. "Get down," I told her. "Why are we here?" She finally said something.

"Thank you for shopping at The Royal ...." Isn't this the store in Brookeplace? But, how could it be? Beatrice wondered. She couldn't continue because she was still too surprised when she held the beautiful glossy paper greeting card. Cecilia, who was still busy trying it on while humming, said, "But ... it's just the right size for Charlotte's body." "Huh? How Come? Are you sure, Cecilia?" Beatrice said with bulging eyes, shocked.

the lady smiled. "100 what? For flip-flops?" Pearl's eyes widened. "This is a brand store, miss. We only sell designers, and you're wearing Prada flops" the lady replied. Pearl blinked thrice, and Roonie gave the lady his card. She swiped it on the machine and returned it. "Thanks for coming!" The cheerful lady said, and Roonie walked out nonchalantly. Pearl quickly went after him. "We could have gone to a normal store" she said.

she replied excitedly. She was a very talkative and bubbly girl, unlike me. She had turned eighteen just a few months ago, and since she was our little princess, we had all decided that she wouldn't attend the Royal Academy. As popular and prestigious as the Royal Academy was, I knew the truth about it, and I didn't want my little sister going there. In the end, she was enrolled in Luna Academy, an elite school exclusively for girls. Only daughters from Alpha, Beta, and Gamma families could attend. The academy also prepared them for their future roles as Lunas.

“We need to get you measured, pick out the fabrics, and get the base design down because that poor woman is going to have to work day and night to get a royal gown finished in seven days." I smiled at that as we turned a corner and walked into a small, cozy wooden cottage that smelled heavily of new cloth. The walls were lined with bolts of beautiful, shiny fabrics, silks, heavy velvets, and delicate lace that looked like wrapped up silver. A young, slender lady with bright yellow hair and a tape measure draped around her neck came bustling out from a back room. Her eyes went wide when she saw us, and she immediately dropped into a deep, respectful curtsy.

I'm wearing some pretty baggy old clothes, I hope he doesn’t mind. Siting on the sofa I take a box out of the bag, open it and …shoes! Oh and not just any pair of shoes, it's the blue heels adorned with tiny stones that are emblematic of the Royalé house. They are very expensive and practically impossible to obtain. They are my size. Hurrah! I squeal with delight, trying them on, they fit me perfectly. Oh Theos, they are wonderful! He is wonderful! Another man would have knocked on my door with flowers, chocolates or a stuffed animal. Hmmm, I always knew he would be extremely dangerous to my emotional stability.

So everyone is kind of obliged to attend. "You're just making up an excuse not to be alone with your ex," accused Gisele, turning to me. The dress she held was pink, with a long skirt, but extremely loose at the waist, which still devalued our body. Silently, I made a face as if to say that that dress should be the last one for her to dream of wearing. My younger sister had serious problems with the fashion issue. "And I can't find a single dress that makes me presentable to the Royal entourage.