Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

Rose sat down on her bed as she overturned the content of the paper bag on her bed. Her clothes and everything else in the bag smelt like him. Even the clothes she wore had his scent on them and her body still retained the scent of his shower gel.

She picked her purse and phone. She went through the content of her purse and nothing was missing.

She checked her phone book to see Liam's phone number. It made her confirm that whatever happened was not a dream. It was real. She slept over night in his house.

She closed her eyes and exhaled. Those flowers, his home, all those confusing things he said to her, they were all too apprehensive. She chose to forget it all and continue living her life.

She went to her studio and sat in front of her work table with a pencil and her sketch pad. She began working on a new design but could not come up with anything Liam seemed to have clouded her thoughts.

She moved back to her room and sat down in front of her computer and began drawing.

"Wow," she said after an hour of sitting with her hands working to create the beautiful image she built on her mind.

The rose garden appeared on the screen before her. She leaned back on her seat and looked around her room missing the calm feeling she got from the simple but beautiful color combination of his room.

It made her want to redecorate her room. She wanted something simple and beautiful like that. It took her a few minutes to being her mind from the pool it voluntarily sank into which was Liam.

Liam's smile, his laughter, his eyes, his height, his body, his cloth, his scent, his food, and every other thing she took note of seemed to have monopolized her thoughts.

Where were all these in her past life? Why did she not get the opportunity to enjoy such beautiful things in her past life when she wanted them the most?

She was so unloved in her past life, she got scared of her own reflection in the mirror, she was so alone and she needed someone to smile at her the way Liam did but he was no where to be found.

She ran her fingers through her hair and got up. She was still confused about the whole thing and needed some answers. She decided to stay calm till she knows the answer to all those questions. The answers will determine if she could trust him or not.

She did not have the luxury of having someone she could trust in her past life. She sighed as she saved her work of art and got up.

***

"I heard you want to go to a college in Star city," the head teacher said watching Rose closely from where she sat in her office. "Sit down."

"Yes ma'am," she replied bowing her head as she sat down opposite the woman.

"Oh, so what college do you intend to attend?" the woman asked with interest.

"The royal university," Rose replied sincerely.

"Oh. Your mum works there. I also intend to work there. I am just waiting for the right time."

Rose nodded.

"It is the best school in the world. They produce the best scholars and I am sure you will stand out with your talent. I advice you to focus on one fashion. If you want to be a good fashion designer, you have to focus on learning and being the best, other things like being the second best student in mathematics are not necessary to survive in the fashion designing world."

Rose nodded fully aware of that. She was not very good in mathematics in her past life but this time, it came almost naturally. She did not have to study as hard as she did in her past life but she always got an A+.

She was chosen to represent her school in the regional mathematics competition but she did not participate in the competition. She requested to be excused from that since she had her fashion to focus on.

The midterm exam must be the reason why the club head teacher was talking to her right now because she got two marks less than the perfect score in mathematics.

"I want you to stop holding your talent back. I spoke to Eric earlier and he said you have talent for designing male clothes too, I think you should also consider making a master piece for a male. I want to see it before you graduate. You have enough points to get into any university of your choice."

"I will do that," she replied since she got very interested in men fashion after meeting Liam.

"The international fashion week is right at the corner. I am sure your mother is busy preparing. I heard you are working as a freelancer with your mum. Have you ever considered also working somewhere else?"

Rose finally understand where the long story was headed to. She raised her head and looked at the beautiful face of her teacher. She will definitely not working for her mother's rival company. She was not going to be a traitor.

"You will sell some designs to me, right?"

"I really can't. My mother will not be happy about that," Rose replied with no room for a second thought.

"You did not sign a contract with her, right? You are just a freelancer. I have a deadline to meet and my sister won't be able to make it either. I love and respect your talent. I want you sell some of your designs to me. If you don't want to, there is no problem. I will just ask some other person," the teacher said leaning her back on the back rest of her chair.

"I . . . I will ask my mum if I can. If she does not have a problem with that, I will get some designs ready for you to choose," Rose said finally. She found herself unable to refuse when she met her teachers gaze.

This lady have helped her unconditionally for over a year now, guarding her towards the point she is now and even to a position she never thought she could get through fashion and she had never gotten the opportunity to thank her for her help.

This could serve as an opportunity to repay someone's kindness. "Well then, I guess you can leave. I will be waiting," the lady said smiling.

Rose exhaled as soon as she walked out of the teachers office. She hoped her teacher won't think of using this same method to make her a designer in their company.

She knew she had a kindness to repay but she did not want to believe the little voice that told her her teacher taught and trained her for this moment.

"Hey what did she say?" Eric said walking beside her.

"She told me to try designing men's clothes," she replied truthfully.

"She asked me to sell a design to her," he whispered softly.

"Uh?" she asked looking at him wide-eyed.

"Yes, her sitting have not been feeling well after she gave birth a few weeks ago. She also has to have everything ready before the deadline. Will you help her?" Eric asked.

"I will, she helped the both of us," Rose replied with a smile as she walked to the cafeteria with Eric. "I heard they have very good designers working with them."

"Yes but they have not created a good enough masterpiece, according to her."

"That is a pity. I am sure they pay them very well."

Her phone vibrated. She looked down at the screen. The caller's ID showed 'Liam' boldly making her halt as she stared wide-eyed. She almost dropped her phone like a hot potato.

"Are you okay?" Eric asked his voice sounding distant unlike the phone vibrating in her hand.

"Yes, go ahead. I am coming," she said walking to a bench and sat. She took a deep breath before placing her finger on the receive icon.

"Rose," that bass melodious voice called from the other end.

She felt her heart race really fast she thought her chest won't be able hold it in anymore. "He . . . Hello," she said trying hard to no avail to prevent herself from stuttering.

"Let's have lunch together. I just arrived in B city," he told her with a lively tone she thought shouldn't be in his voice with the reputation he had.

"Uh?" she asked in disbelief. It had been two weeks since she woke up to find herself in his house. He did not call or text her since then. She also did not perceive his scent on her bed since then.Â

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