The next day, Esme finished all her work within the garden before sitting under the shade of the tree while holding the blue rose in her hand. The same rose that a certain Prince had placed in her hair who knows when.
Some noises from behind shifted her attention. She stood up from the ground and dusted off her gown with her hands as she turned around to look at the entrance gates opening. Soon after, royal carriages entered inside one after another before queuing up in front of the grand castle.
"What's going on?" Esme mumbled. She could see numerous ladies getting off the carriage with the help of their maids. All of them looked like royals and aristocrats.
"They are the candidates for the marriage."
Esme turned around only to find Liz standing behind her. Her eyebrows rose slightly finding it weird that Liz was standing under the glaring sun for so long as it was not usually her place to be here in the garden. But she did not point it out.
