VALERIA

She looked at me a bit surprised at first, but then quickly masked it as best she could and went back to her work.

I guess my scars were enough to stun anyone.

Clothing hung everywhere, and sewing accessories filled the display case along the back wall.

I loved sewing and embroidery. In my free time, I had practiced a lot and was the one who always mended Dorian’s clothes.

"Valeria, come with me to choose His Majesty’s suits," the housekeeper ordered, and I followed her deeper into the shop.

We spent quite some time selecting fabrics and pre-made outfits, handkerchiefs, accessories—everything.

And practically every decision ended up relying on my taste.

It seemed the King wanted to dress elegantly for the visit to the Silver Lake pack.

"I think this will be enough," I said to the housekeeper, who nodded in agreement.

Just then, the shop’s owner, Mrs. Betty, entered.

"The new fabrics have arrived! Everything’s ready!" she announced enthusiastically, and for some reason, she loo