Cheese In The Trap (2)

“You can't do this to me, Your Highness Crown Princess. I am the designer who has been sent by Crown Prince personally to make you a dress,” said a woman in her early 40s with a green dress. There's a peacock's long feather embedded in her hair bun.

That feather was beautiful but it makes it hard for Fuschia to hold back her laughter every time she saw it sway here and there.

"Ehem. But I don't want to wear your design, Madame Leroy."

Madame Leroy smiled warmly. "That's why, I said I would customize the dress design to your liking, except for the designs you just described for me."

Madame Leroy is a top designer in the capital's fashion scene. She was in her early 40s, almost the same age as the Queen but, the creases of the wrinkles made her look older than it seems. Even though it was covered with thick face powder, the creases were still visible.

Many ladies have been queuing up to get their dresses since the previous two seasons. Th