Rosella turned towards the door to see who entered. A middle-aged woman with two young ladies was standing at the door, dressed elegantly. They were all dolled up. They were standing tall with pride.
“Good afternoon, lady Florence, Princess Grace, and Lady Flora,” Mathew greeted them bowing his head.
Florence and Grace did not bother to greet a lowly man like him. They entered the shop with pride, walking past the old man.
“Good afternoon!”, Flora responded in a low tone, returning him the smile.
“My dear Flora, haven’t you still learned whom we should greet?” Lady Florence spoke, looking at Flora with the corner of her eyes. Flora looked downwards with her sad eyes.
Then they saw Jane, wearing a mesmerizing gown, was standing there. They could tell that the gown was made for the roya
