Chapter 71
Azalea was already up early with Vicky, going over the coronation preparations. The vast hall was filled with rolls of fabric, sample bouquets, and wooden boards covered with sketches of arrangements. Two event planners were holding up swatches of flowers when Azalea leaned forward, eyes sharp, fingers brushing against the petals of deep crimson roses.
“These ones,” she said, voice steady but laced with exhaustion. “The color symbolizes strength, and Federico will need that more than ever.”
Vicky nodded in agreement while jotting things down. “And the decorations?”
Azalea moved toward the long table where golden drapes and silver ornaments were laid out. She lifted one of the heavier pieces. “Too much. We don’t need extravagance, just elegance. The coronation should speak o
