Isabella sat on the sofa of her luxurious home, a look of irritation on her face. In her hand, the cell phone she had just used to contact Tamara was still vibrating softly. She typed a message angrily.

Tamara: [I'm sorry, Miss Isabella. Miss Queen Elisabeth cannot take your order because her schedule is very tight. She currently has many other projects to attend to].

Isabella’s eyes widened, then without thinking, she immediately replied.

Isabella: [What do you mean? I paid three times as much! Are you refusing that much money?!]

There was no instant reply from Tamara, making Isabella’s blood boil even more.

Isabella: [Tell that designer to make...