Duke Creed brings Princess Marilla to the shop front.
“Hello, Islet," he says with a small smile.
“Hello, Your Grace," I say and bow.
Princess Marilla raises a brow at me.
I refrain from gritting my teeth at her. “Hello, Princess Marilla, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
Duke Creed peers into the shop before answering.
“I would like to see the merchandise. I've given plenty of time for your father and you to get to work, but this is the first time I've ever seen it open," he says. I step out of the way and allow them within the shop.
“Father and I have been a bit busy collecting all the materials and pulling together the best quality items we can," I say.
Princess Marilla looks unimpressed, her eyes linger far too long on the empty necklace wall.
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