(Hi. A reviewer asked why Iris called Rosa as her little devil. I have answer to that. But unfortunately, it is a part of the storyline. So, I can't answer immediately.
I will have a lot of characters intoduced and sometimes, I will be more focused on their development rather than the story. So. Please don't be annoyed with me. Only fanfictions allow me to do that.
I always love to read the dialogues in a novel. It shows much about their characters. I love plays.
You see. I am planning on ending some of the chapters with cliffhangers or unmentioned important points. And the chapters that include heroin will lead to the answers. Much like some detective novels.
Hehe. May be I am too ambitious. Aiming something out of league for me.
Please review me or PM me on advices if you have any. You can lecture me about my language skill or guide me to develope characters much more realistic.)
"Tell me. What type of problem you are facing?" I asked causally while pouring him some tea. He glanced at me. "Problem?"
I gestured at him with my fingers. "The one that make you sitting here."
He shifted slightly. He still didn't say a word. The man just smiled.
"Come on, . Brookeshore is not Capitol. Although I am bloody fine at what I do, I am not even famous beyond this little town. Unless you have a reason to seek me out, you have an odd taste in choosing seamstress for your lady."
He just dropped one line.
"I'd like you to accept a job at the palace."
"Which one?" I am surprised my voice sounded so normal, while my heart was beating wildly with surprise. May be because of that I asked that damn question. I am a seamstress!
"A seamstress of course." He shrugged putting down the cup.
"The palace has enough seamstresses." That's a fact well-known.
"Yes. We have and there're hundreds lining up to replace who we have," He said. And that's also a fact. I can almost hear him say out loud 'You are an idiot to even ask back in stead of saying yes.'
"I'm not one of them." I straightened my back, crossed my arms over my chest. While leaning back for a more relaxed posture, I watched him sip his tea.
"And you are the one with recommendation from highest possible place." He said as if that piece of information is something I should have known.
I narrowed my eyes, thinking hard of who in the palace would have heard of me. May be that person...
"Also the position I am offering you is at the palace but not for the palace." He interrupted my train of thoughts.
"I need full information before I accept the job. I do not take clients without knowing exactly what I will be facing with." I got a little angry. Just a little.
"A lady."
I narrowed my eyes. A thought occured. "The new Princess?"
He chuckled. "My god! He's right. You are smart. But he forgot to mention how sharp you are." I didn't show my surprise nor curiosity. Who's "he"? May be that young man from the ball.
I was still narrowing my eyes. "I won't be a suitable person. I can't leave here."
sobered up. "I understand. Your daughter is the reason, isn't she?"
I nodded.
"I.." He stopped for a while, thinking. "How about meeting with your potential client and listen to the problem which lead me to you?" He aaid in a hopeful voice.
I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples to ease off the building headache. Working for the palace sounded nice and the hardship is a hundredfold of what I am doing. Dangerous, even. One small mistake can be a career-end one. I might even be caught up in more dangerous and lethal circumstances. If I were ten years younger, I might yell Yes! and jumped around following that nice palace official like a puppy. But I am relatively wiser than that era. The pros and cons. Like this one. What should I do? Accepting or rejecting.
"Fine." I said dejected. "I will come tomorrow."
"No." I snapped my eyes on him at that. May be I look confused. He said,while putting down his tea cup. "Come with me today. I am more than a messager. I haven't brought that coach for me."
"What!I have work to ." I have yet to complete that gown for mayor's fifty-something wife.
"Then. I'll wait untill you finish." He said standing up. "I have orders to bring you with me or not come back at all. They are quite specific." He put on his hat, ignored my wide surprised eyes, tipped his hat as a curtsey and saw himself out, leaving me speechless.
I heard him say ,"I'll be at Miss Bernard's house. She invited me to try her strawberry cakes. Have a nice day, ." Then the sound of my frontdoor close.
When I recovered from my very minor shock, I sighed. I haven't even accepted the job and I am being pushed around.
Now. Back to the gown Where did I stopped?
(Here's a new chapter finished.
I am not posting from the laptop. And it is so so tiring to type using my phone. Especially when correcting error after uploading at the site.)
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