The King's Lover
Chapter 226: What Would A Dressmaker Bring?

Chapter 226: What Would A Dressmaker Bring?

It wasn’t until lunchtime that Rose learned the crown prince had taken her complaint quite seriously. After Mister Henry had knocked on her door just before breakfast, there hadn’t been any visible changes, and a different set of maids brought her breakfast, even though the sisters had been serving her for the past few days.

When this happened, she became doubtful and feared things would only remain as they had been. However, when lunchtime came around, there were guards placed right outside the doors to her room, and not just anyone was allowed into the crown prince’s wing.

The dressmaker was also not allowed into the crown prince’s wing, let alone onto the floor Rose was on. It wasn’t until Chelsy and Isla were bringing her lunch that they noticed the young woman waiting at the entrance with a heavy bag. Even with Chelsy and Isla present, the guards didn’t let Bailey through, and she had to hand the bag over to the sisters with a message for Rose.

"I can’t believe they didn’t even let her bring it to me," Rose whispered as she listened to the sisters’ story.

It sounded as though she was complaining, but Rose was very pleased. She knew she couldn’t possibly stop the Queen, but she was hoping the order would prevent the Queen from sending just anyone to her.

Chelsy shook her head as she arranged the table for Rose while her sister stood aside, still holding the bag. "They said only people who had gotten permission or a pass from the crown prince would be allowed to pass."

Isla suddenly laughed. "Imagine walking around with a permit just to get into the crown prince’s wing. That would be funny."

"Only you would find something like that funny. It’s bothersome," Chelsy said.

"I only said it was funny; I didn’t mean it was something to laugh at."

"Oh, is there another definition of funny that I am unaware of, Isla?"

"Not everything funny is laughable."

"That’s silly. Funny means it’s laughable," Chelsy replied.

"Not really," Isla said, not giving in.

Rose smiled as she watched the sisters exchange words. The sisters were always arguing about one thing or another. At first, it had been bothersome, but now Rose enjoyed it, especially since the sisters made up so easily.

"Oh, whatever you say," Chelsy said, rolling her eyes.

"But why is this happening?" Isla asked.

"I was wondering the same thing too, especially since Mister Henry called us earlier to speak about our new assignment—to work in the castle but only attend to you, Rose. That’s why we were away this morning and couldn’t bring your breakfast."

Chelsy looked at her as she spoke, as though expecting some explanation, but Rose only shrugged, pretending to know nothing about why this was happening. There was no reason to tell the sisters and the less they knew the better for them.

"Well, I think it’s a good thing," Isla said. "At least we don’t have to worry about the wrong person getting into Rose’s room and ruining her dress again. I hope you didn’t think we did it," Isla added with panic in her eyes. "We would never." <a href="https://.com">.com

Rose chuckled as she moved her legs to the ground while sitting at the edge of the bed.

"What are you talking about now?" Chelsy asked her sister with an exasperated tone. "And don’t just stand there—hand the bag to Rose and tell her what Bailey said."

Rose stood from the bed, approaching Isla instead. "What did she say?" She asked gently.

She was curious about what was in the bag and had been meaning to ask, but the girls had been going on about how hard it was to get to Rose’s room and arguing between themselves.

"Sorry," Isla said with a sad look on her face. She placed the bag at the foot of the bed. The opening untangled, and dresses spilled out of the bag.

Rose had expected nothing less when she heard the bag was from Bailey, but she was still shocked—more by the number of dresses than anything else.

"I told you it would be dresses," Isla said with glee as she stared at her sister.

"Oh shut up. What else would a dressmaker bring? That’s why I didn’t respond to you. With your constant arguments, I fear Rose won’t get the message." Chelsy stated, she sounded as though she had had enough of her sister’s antics. "Bailey said that—"

"There would be more, but she was asked to bring the ones she had ready today by the crown prince. And she wasn’t sure about the fitting of some of them, but if you encounter any problems, to send for her immediately," Isla interrupted Chelsy, who glared at her.

Rose nodded as she listened, staring into the bag. There were already more dresses than she had ever gotten at once in all her life. Rose was stunned at how fast Bailey had made the dresses. There was no way she could have done this all by herself. She probably hadn’t gotten any sleep. It had only been a few days since she took Rose’s measurements, yet she was able to make this many dresses. <a href="https://.com">.com

Also, did the crown prince already plan for this? When he had blurted out about getting her more dresses the night before, she had thought he only said it so she wouldn’t complain about the ruined dress. But it turned out it wasn’t just the dress for the ball and mending her torn dresses that Bailey was supposed to do. All along, she was going to get more garments.

Rose didn’t know how to feel about this. She didn’t completely think it was a good thing, and this would most likely piss the Queen off even more. There was still the incident of her dressing the same way as the Queen and the crown prince being behind it.

Rose could not wrap her head around why he would do something like that. Was there a purpose, or perhaps did the crown prince just enjoy putting her in danger? Something told her she already knew the answer.

Rose picked one of the dresses—a pale purple one. It reminded her of the wedding, and she had instinctively picked it up without realizing.

"Great choice," Isla praised. "I think you should try this one first."

"Isla," her sister called. "Let her eat lunch first. It’s several dresses—her meal will be cold before then."

Rose nodded and dropped the dress. "Chelsy is right," she said and walked toward the already set table.

Isla pouted but didn’t say anything. Chelsy stepped away from the table and walked to where Isla stood, grabbing her by the arm. "We will let you enjoy your meal," Chelsy said, bowing and forcing her sister into one. "We will be back later."

"No," Rose said with a soft smile. "Stay. We can try on the dress after I’m done eating. I still need to let Bailey know if it fits or not." Rose wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to accept the dresses, but she also knew she couldn’t decline.

Isla lifted her head and smiled at Rose while nodding happily. Rose smiled back at her, and for a moment, she forgot her troubles.