The Billionaire' Chapter 24: FIRST ART

Chapter 24: Chapter 24: FIRST ART

When Zara woke up the next day, she was very energetic. After consuming another drop of spiritual water, her condition was perfect.

The first thing to do, as always, was to take a bath, change into a set of warm clothes and then have breakfast.

As she had breakfast and was being fed by Ava, she couldn't help but maintain a playful smile as she listened to Emma, who was giving her a report.

"Princess, it's literally fun, but those people had gathered at the mansion. What do you think will be the outco?"

Upon hearing that, Zara chuckled softly as she recalled her older siblings.

"Who cares about any outco? As long as they leave

alone, I won't be bothered by them. They live their life and I will live mine!"

She accepted the fact that she and her siblings wouldn't get along pretty well. If that would happen, maybe that would be in the future. But for now, it was better to maintain their distance.

Although she understood the reason why her siblings didn't like her, she still found them a bit childish. After all, instead of hating their father, why were they bullying her instead?

"Anyway, I will keep an eye on the family eting and if anything happens, I will inform you in ti."

"Um. I will be waiting."

Zara finished her watery and plain porridge before Ava cleaned her up properly.

After cleaning up, she instructed the LIVE to begin.

One minute later, she was streaming and several viewers rushed into her room.

Upon seeing the ever-increasing viewers on the screen, Zara was in a good mood. So, what if those six didn't like her?

She still had millions of people who were always paying attention to her. So why should she feel isolated?

"Good morning, everyone! It's good seeing you again!" she greeted softly as she looked at the screen.

[Morning, PRINCESS!]

[I wonder what we are doing today.]

[We are all curious. After all, there isn't much done in this room.]

Zara read a few comnts first before she resud.

"Today, I won't be doing much talking. As you all know, I purchased so fabrics yesterday and had them cut. Today, I will be trying to sew sothing. Please forgive

in advance. This is a new territory. Let's learn together for those who haven't done sothing like this before."

[PRINCESS. Are you sure that you can manage?]

[Yes. We are worried about you.]

[The dust from the fabrics. What if it affects you?]

Seeing the comnts that showed concern for her, Zara felt warm and touched.

"Hehe, don't worry. I have everything covered," she said with a faint smile as she tried reassuring her viewers that everything would be okay.

As she talked to the viewers, Emma appeared in the bedroom, holding a tray.

She carefully placed it on the bed first before she reached for the oxygen mask that was behind Zara.

When Zara saw Emma, she knew that it was ti. However, she didn't forget to inform her viewers.

"I guess I will be starting now. With the mask on, I can't talk as much as I want. However, I will do my best to entertain you!" she vowed.

As soon as she was done, Emma didn't waste ti but carefully helped Zara to put the mask on.

After putting the mask on, Emma took Zara's hands and helped her to put the thimble on her left forefinger. She made sure that it was secure first before she proceeded.

[Is she really going to start sewing?]

[It looks like that.]

[But will she manage?]

[I am worried too. Although she looks a bit fine, she looks too pale for .]

[I just don't want her to risk.]

Zara watched interestingly as Emma threaded one needle after another and pinned them on the small cushion, which by now Zara understood to be the pin cushion.

When Emma was done threading, she then handed Zara one cut black fabric piece and a needle with black thread.

Zara accepted these two strange items with anticipation. She had seen several videos of people sewing. She just hoped that she wouldn't be making a fool out of herself with so many people watching.

"Miss, I will be just outside the room. If you need sothing, you know what to do. I have already prepared everything that you might need at the mont," Emma inford Zara, who was looking strangely at the fabric and needle.

Zara raised her head and nodded her head to show Emma that she had just heard her.

Seeing that her Miss was already acting like that, Emma hurriedly excused herself.

Zara shifted her gaze from the fabric to the tablet. When she saw the barrage of comnts, she couldn't help but smile. Unfortunately, the viewers couldn't see it as the mask covered her face.

Not wanting her viewers to be bored when she was sewing, Zara typed a ssage to a certain chat and monts later, the livestream was filled with music.

With soft music playing, Zara was also in the mood to be serious. She didn't want any distractions, and distractions to her ant interacting with viewers. As for the music, that was sothing that she was used to. So, it barely affected her.

'What is the first thing I should do again?' she pondered as she looked at the tray that still had other sewing tools that she could use.

They had already done the other stages of making the handkerchief for her. The edges were folded, and the fabric ironed already. And all that was needed was for her to sew around the edges.

As she was still an amateur, she didn't dare use a bright thread. Using a thread that blends perfectly with the fabric would make it difficult for people to spot her errors.

As she had opted to do everything by hand, after sorting out her thoughts, Zara began her sewing journey.

When it cos to sewing, Zara considered it to be a first art.

She had heard about the four arts before, however those four basically didn't fit much with her. She only wanted to know arts that she felt were very helpful in being filial to her parents and also entertaining herself.

There was no need for her to learn chess and strategize against others. The life of scheming and plotting against others was sothing that she would leave for her younger brother. He was much suited for that.