Inside their luxurious room, Isabella sat in front of the makeup mirror, quietly polishing her face. Occasionally, she glanced at Damian, who was sitting on the sofa with an annoyed expression.

"What do you mean she refused?" Isabella's voice was shrill when Damian finally told her the bad news.

Damian rubbed his face roughly. "The admin said they don’t accept private orders. I tried offering any price, but she refused."

Isabella snorted loudly, putting down the lipstick in her hand roughly. "No way! I’m sure that Queen Elisabeth is just selling out. Doesn’t she know who I am? I’m your wife, Damian! They should be honored if I wear their...