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    Though Brenna couldn’t quite grasp why the royal family of Plieca would suddenly choose Rosie to be Maxley’s wife, the smugness on Rosie’s face and her air of superiority hinted that it might actually be true.


    “Yes,” Rosie admitted. “Now I’m someone you can’t afford to cross.”


    “You’d do well to mind your behavior around me.”


    Instead of responding, Brenna simply offered a cool, faint smile.


    “What’s so amusing?” Rosie asked, irritation creeping into her voice. Here she was, elevated to royal status, yet Brenna still dared to mock her.


    Brenna said, “You will just be the Prince’s wife, and from a minor kingdom at that. Do you really believe a status like that can cause any waves here in Vand? Or do you imagine you’re somehow better than all the people of Vand now?”


    She chuckled softly and shrugged. “I doubt it. Your title might hold weight in Plieca, but here in Vand, it carries no power.”


    With that, she turned and went into her room with the suitcase.


    Rosie mmed her foot down in frustration and stormed back to her room, dialing Maxley on her phone to discuss the details for their meeting in three days.


    After their conversation had wrapped up, the more Rosie reyed what Brenna had said in her mind, the more her annoyance simmered. Alone, she muttered under her breath, “How dare she say that to me? I will be Maxley’s wife! A distinguished guest of Vand, respected by all. I am superior!”


    Fuming, she couldn’t resist sharing the news with Vivian.


    Vivian, bored and eager for gossip, immediately congratted her upon hearing the news. Rosie’s spirits soared with her friend’s enthusiastic support.


    “I’m nning to throw a party to celebrate,” Rosie said.


    With that idea in mind, she quickly set about booking a restaurant and sending out invitations. She envisioned the elites of Shirie attending, hoping they would see her in a new light.


    Not long after Brenna had retreated to her own room, Julia entered to help her tidy up.


    After a refreshing shower, Brenna scrolled through her phone and stumbled upon Rosie’stest post, showcasing photos with Prince Maxley, images of the royal pce in Plieca, and a dazzling royal badge.


    With a casual flick, she liked the post, then tossed her phone aside to focus on preparing for her lecture at Shirie University the following day. During dinner, the household buzzed with chatter as everyone gathered back together.


    The Harper family gathered around the dinner table, but the atmosphere felt heavy. Giselle sat with a frown, her te untouched.


    “Mom, is something wrong?” Brenna asked, concern knitting her brow. Giselle’s irritation was palpable. “I got a call.”


    From Elsa after work. She imed your marriage to Ethan was a terrible idea. Just days before, the Mitchell family wanted Ethan to be engaged to Audrey, but Ableson shot that down. I thought we had moved past the matter, but Elsa brought it up again today. It’s obvious she looks down on you. How dare she think that?”


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