Chapter 193: Dressed For The Ball
Firstly, they were strangers. Secondly, they had barged into her room so suddenly. She was used to the other maids’ tranquility, even when they were in a hurry. Thirdly, Chelsy had grabbed her without any prior warning.
These were enough reasons for Rose to wrinkle her nose at them, but by the look on Chelsy’s face, she thought Rose disapproved of them and would prefer if a different set of maids attended to her.
"I don’t mind who ’elps me get ready," Rose said with finality in her tone. "I still don’t understand what you mean by ’these are the crown prince’s orders.’ Are you saying ’is Majesty wants me to attend the ball?"
Isla nodded and glanced at her sister, who also nodded. "Yes, Mister Henry," it was Chelsy who spoke, "sent us here to tell you and help you get ready. Unfortunately, we don’t have a lot of time, and we have to start preparing now."
"Okay," Rose said and started towards the washroom.
Chelsy took the hint this time and didn’t try to grab Rose again. Rather, she walked behind her at an appropriate distance, and her sister Isla walked beside her.
Rose had agreed, but she couldn’t believe her ears. The only reason she hadn’t protested was because there was clearly no room for that. This was a bad idea. She didn’t need anyone to tell her how bad an idea it was.
She was the crown prince’s whore—a peasant who came from an unknown village. To be amid nobles would be an insult to them. She couldn’t comprehend what the crown prince was thinking.
Rose steeled her nerves. She could tell it was going to be a long night and was certain the Queen would try to ruin it for her. It wouldn’t be just the Queen—other noble ladies too. The crown prince was the most sought-after man in the land. Everyone disapproved of her.
"Where’s the dress?" Isla’s voice brought her back to reality.
Rose lifted her head. She didn’t have any dress. Was that why the seamstress came the day before? She hadn’t even thought about it. However, there was no dress, and all she had was the mended dress that arrived earlier—but it was the best thing she had ever owned.
"In the wardrobe," she mumbled without looking in the direction.