" Which one would you like Miss? We have shown you all the exclusive collections."
A female staff in black shorts bowed at Freya who was thrilled to see so many expensive heels and gowns. Silas brought her to the kingdom’s richest accessories store that had everything including gowns and heels. Although Freya’s family was rich, they couldn’t afford these products here.
The staff were naturally respectful towards her since she ca with their duke. They guessed that it was the rumoured fiancee that they heard about since yesterday. Isabella stayed right beside Silas. Both of them were looking bored and unenthused by Freya’s shopping. Silas cast a side glance at Isabella who didn’t even give him a glance these days. It seed like she wanted to stay as far away as possible.
Freya pointed at a pair of white heels, flashing a grin as she looked back at Silas,
" Your highness! Don’t they look good? Should I try it?"
Freya wanted to show everyone how loving the couple they were literally. She waited for his answer until he shrugged, pointing at the staff,
" Ask them! I have no idea!"
Disappointed crashed over her face. Freya glared at Isabella who was staring blankly at the space. She assud that because of Isabella, Silas was acting cold to her even in their wedding shopping. She crafted a plan and suddenly stood up, walking towards the changing room,
" I want to put on the best wedding gowns and see which one fits for the events."
The staff gladly led her the way. As soon as she went out of sight, Silas turned to Isabella to ask,
" Don’t you want anything to wear at my engagent party?"
Isabella let out a shrug,a bitter feeling growing in her heart subconsciously,
" No, thanks! It’s not my party. Don’t bother. Besides Freya won’t like it if you suddenly give anything."
Silas’s eyes glittered in disappointnt. He replied harshly, looking at the way of changing rooms,
" That’s right! I should pay more attention to my future life. Why should I feel bothered if everyone calls you a servant instead of a princess?"
His words hurt her pride for the first ti. Just when Isabella opened her mouth to rebuke, Freya’s cry was heard from the changing room,
" SILAS! YOUR HIGHNESS! MY DRESS IS STUCK! HELP!"
The staff were all shocked by Freya’s sudden yelling. They couldn’t understand why Freya was shouting for help from Silas when more than ten staff were waiting outside of the changing room. One of them tried to slip inside the room but was imdiately chased by Freya’s groaning voice,
" GO AWAY!! I WANT MY FUTURE HUSBAND ONLY!"
The staff all turned dumbstruck again and concealed their laughter hardly. Isabella snorted at Silas, turning around to walk into the line of dresses,
" The best ti to serve your future lady, Your Highness! Please go ahead to help her."
Then she disappeared into the line of dresses, not paying attention to the grim face of Silas. He cursed under his breath and didn’t follow Freya in her changing room. After a while, he told the staff to tell Freya that he wasn’t there so that Freya could stop shouting like an embarrassed freak.
On the other side, Isabella went to find a new gown for her as well. She was angry with Silas for his insult towards her. She picked a navy blue gown for her and went to change by herself on the other side. She stayed away from Freya as much as possible. She didn’t want anything wrong happening to their upcoming engagent. At the sa ti, her heart wasn’t at peace to see that Silas was going to marry soone else in front of her eyes.
She ignored the feeling and entered the changing room to see the fitting. As she slid the gown in her body, it was stuck in the middle, leaving her breathless. Isabella let out a curse under her breath. She tried to zip it up then down but nothing was working on it. Having no choice, she shouted for help, praying that soone would hear her out,
" Is there anyone outside? Can you please co in?"
A while passed but no one answered. She called again but this ti, a familiar voice responded to her,
" What’s wrong?"
Isabella detected the tone easily. She stuttered, still feeling breathless,
" Can you..call a female assistant? I..I am kinda stuck.."
Silas looked around and realized that everyone had gone after Freya to choose everything. Only two male staff were standing in distance. He replied, knitting his brows,
" Every female assistant is gone. There’s only males. How about let help you?"
Isabella instantly shouted, her face turning crimson,
" NO!! SHIT!! I an...you can’t co in.. Call the staff..."
She was only wearing panties under her gown. Now that it was stuck in the middle, her hips and body from waist down were exposed. Silas almost growled at her response, stepping closer to the gate,
" Are you fucking willing to let a staff help you than , Princess? Am I that incompetent in your eyes?"
Isabella flinched in fear after hearing his angry voice. He barely showed his wrath on her. Without wanting to dig into the situation further, she replied without a second thought,
" Okay Okay! You co...you co.."
Silas finally sighed in relief. If she really called for a male staff mber today, he would have seriously dragged her away from here back to the castle. Without hesitation, he stepped inside to help, only to be frozen by her back view. He held his breath in his lungs and cursed himself. How could he avoid looking at her red panties? Still he stepped close to her back, gripping the edge of her dress to put it down but it wasn’t working at all.
Isabella gulped at his close contact and heard his words through his ragged breathing,
" Princess! It’s not working! You have to take off your gown entirely."
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