"No! I mean.. Forget it." Isabella felt her chest heaving with rage. This girl! She had a talent for speaking so much nonsense. Isabella looked at the catalog. There were a few attractive dresses. But which trader comes to the royal palace without a single attractive design. It was just a mediocre one.
With a frown, she pushed the catalog away toward the table.
"I heard that you have already bought land and made a stronghold."
"Yes, we have joined the trader guild. Our firm specializes in dresses and jewels." This time Elara did not take out a catalog but a gem. It was a fine clip made of golden petals. The petals were small but intricate. In the middle there was a pink stone that shone more than normal.
Isabella found herself staring at the pin.
"It is not a simple hairpin, my lady. Hold it from here." Isabella wanted to complain when Elara held her fingers and pressed the stone. But her eyes widened and she forgot about the complaint.
