Chapter 317: Emmah and the wicked stepmother again.
Emmah’s life had been smooth sailing for a while. She had even caught the eye of Sir Tobey Valerius, a famous knight in Eldoria, and third in command of the Valerius knights. He also led twenty percent of the red knight forces, had battle merits, land and wealth. More importantly, he has the trust of the king.
He was not a noble, but he was just as good as a noble. In the absence of Benjamin, he was a fat catch, and the Count could not have been more pleased with Emmah. He was so pleased that he allowed Emmah to make some suggestions concerning their business.
She had designed two luxury yachts that the count was certain would help them in beating the Shadowmere’s that had already squeezed them so hard to the point that the Fairfax’s had lost sixty percent of their territory and two ports under their ownership.
In the Fairfax house, with the protection of the count, Emmah was now a golden noble granddaughter, living the life of a true young lady. Life had been so good that she had all but forgotten her revenge plots against Sigrid.
Not completely--she was putting them off until the end of the ball. Even now, she was with the rest of her sisters, planning out their outfits. The count had sent for some of the best dressmakers in the empire to make the best dresses for his granddaughters basing off of Emmah’s designs.
The young women were chuckling in harmony as one of them, Sera, endured the pressure and discomfort of squeezing into a corset.
Emmah had already chosen the gown she was going to wear, it was a midnight blue silk gown with one arm. It was tight around the burst and fell out like waterfall to her feet. The hem was lined with beautiful golden flowers that matched the crushed golden lines that were running over the dress on the outside like strings of pearls. They lent a beauty to the gown which would enable it to sparkle as the night got darker.
She was sure that she would be the most outstanding young lady at the debutante ball. Her hands were trailing over the gown when the door was opened and her two stepmothers entered the large dress chamber.
All laughter and chatter in the room died down very quickly and all the young women became tense. It was never a good sign when Lady Jane was smiling at them, especially at Emmah.