30 sounds like a great idea
The following morning brought another rather unpredictable surprise - Lady Cecilia Bennett, the very same seamstress who treated Rosalie like a third-rate citizen, was standing before the lady with a measuring tape in her elegant, thin hands.
"Excuse me, Lady Cecilia? What is all this?"
Rosalie watched as Lady Bennett's workers brought in dozens of dresses and could not help but freeze in shock, while the seamstress let out a long sigh, adjusting her rectangular glasses, and replied in a somewhat stiff yet polite voice,
"His Grace, Grand Duke Damien, requested my services for today. He also bought a few dresses so that you have something to wear while I am working on the new ones. My staff will adjust them according to your proportions."
She then stood closer to the girl and stretched the tape in front of her chest, examining her body with the eyes of a specialist. Rosalie raised her eyebrows one more time she was not used either to such treatment or attention and Lady Cecilia's brief replies were, too, not making it easier for her.
"Wait, there are going to be even more dresses?!"
Cecilia wrapped the measuring tape around the girl's waist and offered her another nonchalant reply,
"Yes. His Grace ordered one hundred articles of clothing for the upcoming season. Summer is ending, you will need to change your wardrobe accordingly."
"A hundred?!"
The following morning brought another rather unpredictable surprise - Lady Cecilia Bennett, the very same seamstress who treated Rosalie like a third-rate citizen, was standing before the lady with a measuring tape in her elegant, thin hands.
"Excuse me, Lady Cecilia? What is all this?"
Rosalie watched as Lady Bennett's workers brought in dozens of dresses and could not help but freeze in shock, while the seamstress let out a long sigh, adjusting her rectangular glasses, and replied in a somewhat stiff yet polite voice,
"His Grace, Grand Duke Damien, requested my services for today. He also bought a few dresses so that you have something to wear while I am working on the new ones. My staff will adjust them according to your proportions."
She then stood closer to the girl and stretched the tape in front of her chest, examining her body with the eyes of a specialist. Rosalie raised her eyebrows one more time she was not used either to such treatment or attention and Lady Cecilia's brief replies were, too, not making it easier for her.
"Wait, there are going to be even more dresses?!"
Cecilia wrapped the measuring tape around the girl's waist and offered her another nonchalant reply,
"Yes. His Grace ordered one hundred articles of clothing for the upcoming season. Summer is ending, you will need to change your wardrobe accordingly."
"A hundred?!"
Rosalie's voice sounded surprisingly loud which scared the poor workers who were busy bringing in the clothes and were now busy picking them up from the floor. Lady Bennett, unbothered by even that awkward conundrum, simply moved onto the girl's shoulders and continued,
"With an active social life, a noble lady's attire must vary and include enough clothing for every occasion, however unusual it might be. And now that you are His Grace's fiancée, you simply cannot continue wearing... What you were wearing before."
Although Cecilia's voice sounded calm, Rosalie could not
help but feel a strong offensive note lingering inside it. But the seamstress was not wrong even with Damien Dio's careless attitude toward social life, he never failed to be dressed impeccably, according to his high social status, and Lady Ashter felt the need to match his standards.
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villainess'ss Secret Service
RomanceThis novel can be categorized as "he falls first and he falls harder" . . "Did you really think that after all that you've done to me, I would simply let you go, Rosalie? You might as well go to the Devil himself because otherwise, I will definitely...
