Sari’s POV
Surprisingly, there were elegant clothes waiting in supposedly my closet. The choice was classy and I unbelievingly admired the taste of whoever chose it.
My heart swelled up in joy when I spotted cute little baby frocks stacked next to mine. I grabbed them and inspected before throwing a quick 'thank you' to the lords above.
At least my daughter was not mistreated. She was still the princess.
I heard the door open and rushed to find few men walk in with huge boxes carried in their arms.
“What’s this?” I asked suspiciously.
“Sir asked to bring it in.” The taller of the two spoke and I stayed there until they left.
Hesitantly, I went to check on them.
The boxes were opened and I was thankful to be able to peek inside.
I gasped seeing something shiny and bright colored.
