Azariah’s POV
"They're all out of fashion. Do you only have these clothes? Or are you just using these ugly things to brush me off?" I stood in front of a row of clothes, turned around, and glared at the fashion store owner.
The fat woman wiped her sweat with a handkerchief and stammered, "I'm sorry... These are the latest fashions that the girls in our town like best... I'm sorry, I'll have the tailors make some new dresses right away... it's an honor to serve the Windsor family."
I snorted. These are all small-town girls' favorites? These poor girls are really short-sighted. The capital's aristocratic girls had abandoned this style of clothing 5 years ago.
I wanted to tear them apart. Since my mother sent me to this small town, my life has become extremely boring. There are no luxuri
