Chapter 66
The air inside Azalea’s dressing room felt warm and cozy. The vast space glittered with gold-framed mirrors and silk curtains, but Azalea sat cross-legged on the fainting couch with her phone in hand, scrolling aimlessly. Vicky hovered nearby, sorting through folded gowns.
Then, suddenly, Azalea stopped scrolling, her lips curving into a small smile.
“I have an idea,” she said, the spark in her tone making Vicky pause mid-fold.
“What idea?” Vicky asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
“I want to do something special to celebrate Federico’s success today,” Azalea said, locking her phone and setting it aside. “Something that’s from me, not from the palace staff or the royal kitchens.”
Vicky tilted her head. “What exactly do you have in mind?”
“A special dinner,” Azalea replied, h
