CHAPTER 824: CHAPTER 825

At ten in the morning.

Three solemn black sedans pulled up in the open space near the hotel. The smartly dressed female bodyguard, after confirming that Rosemary Rose was the spitting image of the girl in the photograph,

respectfully opened the car door for her.

Rosemary climbed into the car in the middle and retrieved a black blindfold from her bag, handing it to the bodyguard for inspection.

She was well aware of the royal protocols - the fewer people who knew the whereabouts of a royal residence, the better.

The bodyguard was somewhat surprised; she had prepared a brand-new blindfold for Rosemary but before she could offer it, Rosemary had already presented her own for inspection.

The thick blindfold would block out even the faintest light. After checking it, the bodyguard handed it back with both hands, saying, "Thank you for your understanding."

Rosemary nodded politely in response, donned the blindfold, and was escorted by the cars before and behind her to the princess’s private castle.

After a smooth ride, the car came to a stop. The bodyguard opened the door for her, "Queen Abby, we’ve arrived."

What appeared before Rosemary was a beautiful and imposing castle, different from the estates of the wealthy elite; this castle truly showcased the dignity and grandeur of royalty.

It was but one of many royal properties and had been a birthday gift to Princess Leah when she turned eighteen. Since reaching adulthood, she had lived there alone.

Alone, because other royal family members each had their own palaces and castles and did not normally reside here.

However, apart from her, there were a dozen female bodyguards skilled in combat and shooting at her side, and a slew of security guards inside and out to ensure her personal and property safety.

Rosemary’s arrival immediately caught the attention of the security guards. Many exchanged glances and kept a close watch on her through their earpieces.

"She’s a designer invited by the princess," the female bodyguard communicated to the security guard.

The security guard nodded, made an internal call to the princess’s butler to confirm, and then put Rosemary through three security checks and past three identification doors before she was allowed into the castle’s grand entrance.

It was winter, and the ground and trees were dressed in a blanket of snow, an expanse of white.

Rosemary was led to a flashy living room, tastefully decorated with a lavish romantic flair.

Not only was it artistically appealing, but every detail exuded unique elegance, and every item was meticulously chosen, all underscoring the exceptional status of the owner.

"Princess Leah, Queen Abby has arrived."

The elegant and noble princess stood by the window, turning with a charming smile upon hearing the announcement.

"Queen Abby."

Her smile was proper, her movements graceful, every gesture revealing what it meant to be a true princess.

Rosemary, seeing the princess extend her hand, courteously shook it, "Your Highness, forgive me for keeping you waiting."

"There’s no need for such formality here; we’re alone," Princess Leah said with a smile that was always just right, making one feel at ease, "Please, have a seat."

A servant brought in exquisite pastries and fragrant tea, which the bodyguard checked without finding any issue.

"You may leave us. I want to have a private word with Queen Abby."

Although the female bodyguards retreated respectfully, Rosemary caught a glimpse of them whispering into their earpieces as the door closed, probably signaling for additional security to guard the perimeter

and ensure the princess’s safety at all times.

"Queen Abby, I adore your design philosophy. You’re incredibly talented; each piece you create is stunning."

Princess Leah smiled with an elegance that was both poised and dignified. Her beauty was famously breathtaking. Though she seldom appeared in the media, her striking looks were the subject of much admiration. Her features seemed as though they had been meticulously crafted by the hand of God.

And it wasn’t just her face that turned heads; her fashion sense had many commoners scrambling to emulate her style.

"I’m honored that you appreciate my work, Your Highness."

"Would you be interested in making LY the exclusive brand for the royal household? From now on, it would only cater to members of the royal family."

Rosemary understood the proposition. They wanted LY to serve the royals exclusively because of their unique status and the nobility it entailed.

Although LY’s designs were unique and avoided the embarrassment of dress-clashes, if the brand were used by the daughters of mere millionaires or local tycoons, it would seem frivolous and improper for the royals to don the same.

"If the princess wishes, I could establish a new brand as a fresh identity, exclusively catering to your personal requirements."

"Thank you," Princess Leah’s smile widened in delight. She hadn’t expected Rosemary to grasp the subtleties so swiftly.

"The reason I’ve invited you today is not only to discuss a long-term collaboration but also to commission you to design a wardrobe capable of gracing a variety of occasions."

After listening to her request, Rosemary stood up, "Allow me to take the measurements, Your Highness."

She was well aware of royal protocols; aside from handshakes, any physical contact with royals was considered a breach of etiquette.

Thus, while measuring, she carefully avoided touching Leah’s shoulders or any other part of her body, yet her measurements were remarkably precise.

"Can you remember all that?" Princess Leah was surprised that Rosemary didn’t jot down any numbers, relying solely on her memory.

"Just a few figures," after taking the measurements, Rosemary inquired about the princess’s preferences and style.

The more they talked, the more kindred they felt, especially when Rosemary sketched out a couple of dream designs the princess adored, the latter was amazed.

"They’re even prettier than I imagined." The princess was completely won over by Rosemary’s design genius after seeing the colored renditions of the elegant gowns, "They look so lovely; I can’t wait to see

the finished products."

The combination of colors and styles was unexpectedly delightful. Rosemary then discussed and sketched hats, accessories, gloves, and bags, matching them with different outfits.

The overall look was even more stunning than before, the ensemble exuding propriety and elegance, both noble and beautiful.

She even included sketches of the princess, illustrating her in various styles - playful, proper, mysterious, and dignified.

"I never thought you’d be so good at drawing people too," the princess felt an incredible connection with Rosemary, especially drawn to her serene presence.

"Is there anything you would like to change or add, Your Highness?"

"Not at all, it’s simply perfect." The princess beamed as she browsed the designs on the tablet, "Let’s proceed with your creations."

It was astonishing that Rosemary could draft so many beautiful designs in such a short span.

"Let me also design a few pairs of shoes for you," Rosemary suggested, proceeding to sketch footwear to complement each style.

Throughout the session, the princess’s face glowed with satisfaction and joy, "You’re truly talented. Apart from apparel, do you also design other items? Maybe home furnishings, curtains, and such?"