In a world where hidden dangers lurk, Her Royal Highness Princess Evangeline Amelia Delacroix, remains blissfully unaware of the imminent threats surrounding her.
Little does she know that Damien Whitmore, a calculated and enigmatic businessman, hol...
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"I swear, Rhea, if you miss one more important ceremony, I'm going to have to start finding a replacement for you."
Evangeline sighed into her phone, frustration evident in her voice as she spoke to her best friend. She was already worried about the trials as she was behind in schedule with it. She was supposed to finalize the outfit two weeks ago, but with everything and a lot on her plate, she could not focus on the trials.
Rhea's laughter tinkled through the phone. "Oh, come on, Your Highness, you know you couldn't survive without me."
"True," Evangeline conceded with a playful sigh. "But I miss having you by my side."
"Maybe it's time for the princess to grow up and find herself a prince," Rhea declared. "Maybe I just know the exactly right person."
Evangeline rolled her eyes, knowing exactly who she meant. "We'll see about that. Now, I have to go. The trials are about to begin."
As she hung up the phone, Evangeline's attention was drawn to the entrance of the showroom, where a striking woman in her late 50s stood, a warm smile lighting up her face. Evangeline handed the phone to Keith, who stood behind her.
Cecelia Bernadotte, the new head of the famed label, exuded elegance and sophistication, her warm smile put Evangeline at ease.
"Your Royal Highness, Princess Evangeline, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," the woman greeted, extending her hand.
Evangeline returned the smile, as she shook the woman's hand. "Likewise, Mrs. Bernadotte. Thank you for having me."
"Please, call me Cecelia," the woman insisted, leading Evangeline further into the showroom. "Now, let's get started, shall we?"
As they walked, Cecelia's assistant shared anecdotes about the history of Bernadotte, its legacy as one of the oldest labels in America, and the journey of Cecelia as the new head. Cecelia's brown hair and hazel eyes reminded her of someone, there was something about Cecelia that seemed oddly familiar, though Evangeline couldn't quite place it.
Finally, they reached Cecelia's office, where racks of exquisite gowns awaited Evangeline's perusal. Each gown was more breathtaking than the last, but one in particular caught Evangeline's eye – a stunning creation in royal blue silk, adorned with intricate beadwork and delicate lace.
"This is the one," Evangeline declared, her eyes sparkling with delight as she ran her fingers over the fabric. Cecelia asked a lady to get it ready for the Princess to try.
As Cecelia excused herself to take a call, Evangeline was left alone with the assistant, who showed her around. As she wandered through the halls adorned with photographs showcasing the history of the label, Evangeline's eyes landed on a particular picture.
