Novel & Cerita Secret Wardrobe Of The Duchess

"That is the seal of the Grand Duke of Montbert. It belongs to the Royal Family of a small European kingdom." Jackson narrowed his eyes. "Royalty?" "I designed a dress for the Duchess of Montbert twenty-five years ago," Madam Vivian looked at Serenity with shock. "She was wearing this exact locket. She was pregnant at the time. But..." Madam Vivian paused, looking terrified. "But the news said the Duchess lost her baby in a fire. The little Princess was declared dead." The room went dead silent. Serenity felt a chill run down her spine. "Dead? What are you saying?"

Of course. She picked it up. Opened it. You said you wanted to meet She paused. Her lips pressed slightly Then A second line. I don’t keep people waiting. A small breath left her. “Unbelievable…” She set the note down and opened the box. Inside A piece of jewelry. Simple. Elegant. But clearly not ordinary. Her fingers brushed against it lightly. He wasn’t in Paris. And yet This was here. Already waiting. Her gaze shifted slightly. “He planned this…” she whispered.

"Exactly. I heard from the soldiers who went to Lancaster that Duke D'Arest kept her locked in his private quarters for days. Our Grand Duchess’s honor has clearly been compromised." "Is that so? This is the first I've heard of it," a woman's voice chimed in. That cold, cynical voice sliced through the servants' conversation, startling the gossiping maids so badly they nearly dropped their dishes. "L-Lady Lexcan, is there something you require?" "I was merely taking a walk out of boredom, but I happened to overhear something quite fascinating." Rieta, the youngest daughter of Count Lexcan, stood tall, her hands encased in black brocade gloves clenched tightly.

He lifted some of the clothes and found two boxes beneath those clothes. He hesitated for a moment but stretched his hand towards the boxes and picked one of them, "The Intima Cut, the best Menstrual Cup", he read it written on the box, he was confused for a second but realization suddenly hit him and the box fell from his hand in utter horror. He reflexively looked at Maria but saw her in her deep sleep and he sighed in relief. He took the box from the floor and kept it in its original place and locked the cupboard, placing the key back on the table.

"Oh, this is splendid. I was hoping you would agree. I have already been making preparations, you see." "Preparations?" Lily almost squeaked the word and cleared her throat. "What sort of preparations?" "I have dreamed up your background." The duchess produced a small bit of paper and handed it to Lily. "And I have a seamstress waiting just outside." Lily could only stare as the duchess went to the door and opened it. She poked her head into the hall, speaking to someone. A young woman entered, in her early twenties, with kind eyes and a manner that put Lily at ease.

And today that beat led her to enter Edwina’s office through the window. The dark-haired, statuesque beauty leaned forward and kissed Edwina on the cheek, “I hope I got here quick enough, Eddie” she laughed. “You most certainly did. Were you in the middle of something,” Edwina raised an eyebrow. The Duchess was adorned in her finest silk and jewelry, her hair was brushed to one side, curled, and decorated with small flowers and pearls. Her dress was a bright baby blue silk styled in the current trend with a hoop skirt. “Oh, just one of Countess Lehmenkuhler’s, dull tea parties. Do you mind if I take this off?” The Duchess pointed down at her wide skirts.

Her favorite pastime. When I was finally deemed presentable enough for her liking she dismissed the maid and excused herself to change, assuring me she would send someone to escort me. The thought of someone having to tote me around was beyond irritating, but the enormity of the palace had made it impossible to learn all the ins and outs of it yet and it was likely that I'd get lost before finding the Queen's Hall. Once I was left alone, I scurried over to my bedside table and pulled out a small dagger from the bottom drawer. I pulled up the endless layers of fabric at the bottom of the dress and slipped the dagger into a hidden spot against my outer thigh.