Chapter 861 Can Let You Win One Round
Abella looked up and said, "If you want, I'll give it my best shot."
Even though it wasn't her specialty, she was willing to try.
"That's great," Isolde said with a warm smile. "I'll have someone make a list, and you can help me design it. Let's swap contact info. Is Lady Margaret your name?"
"No, my name's Abella Medici."
"That's a beautiful name. I have a person of interest whose last name is also Medici."
The princess knew that in Libertya, there were many people with the last name "Medici."
Abella was surprised that Isolde shared such a personal detail. She smiled and said, "That person is lucky to have your favor, Ms. Porter."
Isolde laughed, looking both elegant and radiant. By the time Abella finished drawing, the princess had become quite familiar with her and happily linked arms with her. "Let's take a walk outside."
The door opened, and the female bodyguard saw the princess holding Abella's arm so intimately. She immediately said, "Ms. Porter..."
She wanted to say that this wasn't appropriate and that if people saw it, it could harm the royal family's image.
"From now on, she's my good friend. You don't need to follow us," Isolde said, leading Abella to the garden.
Seven or eight female bodyguards could only watch over Isolde from a distance, not daring to take their eyes off her for even a second.
"Abella, this is the place. Every time I see this view, I have so many thoughts. Could you design a few outfits for me with a snow theme?"
Abella looked at the scene before her. The snowy landscape was indeed beautiful, and combined with Isolde's striking appearance, several new ideas immediately popped into her mind.
Just then, a few things suddenly fell. Abella instinctively pulled Isolde close and quickly kicked the falling objects away.
It was snow falling from the building and the trees.
Several female bodyguards rushed over, afraid that Isolde had been frightened, and repeatedly apologized.
Sometimes, when the heating was on inside, the snow outside would occasionally fall, or if there was too much snow on the trees, it would naturally fall off.
But just now, it almost fell on Isolde, which was their oversight and responsibility.
"It's okay." Isolde didn't expect Abella to be so skilled. From those few moves, she could tell that Abella had been trained.
"Your reflexes are so quick," Isolde said with a smile. If it weren't for Abella, the snow would have fallen on her head.
"It's cold here. Ms. Porter, you should go back inside," Abella said, knowing that the bodyguards were very nervous, fearing more snow might fall.
"Abella, have lunch here," Isolde formally invited her.
Abella guessed that perhaps no one had come to have lunch with her here for a long time. "I have something to do. I'll come back next time to accompany you, Ms. Porter."
Isolde was a bit disappointed but didn't insist. She personally escorted Abella to the castle gate.
Many female bodyguards closely protected her, followed by a group of security personnel. Because they were outside the castle, they were even more vigilant than before, not relaxing for a moment.
After saying goodbye to her, Abella got into the car, which drove farther and farther from the castle until it finally disappeared.
Back at the hotel, Abella designed several other outfits for Isolde to suit different occasions. The snowy scene had inspired her with new ideas. After finishing the designs, she sent all the styles to Isolde for review.
Since Isolde specifically wanted her to make them by hand, Abella made a list and had her team prepare the fabrics and accessories in advance.
Given Isolde's noble status, the fabrics had to be top-notch, as royal members had very high standards for comfort.
Abella also went online to check the royal members' outfits for different occasions.
By the time she finished, it was already dark.
At the Velocity Circuit, not far from the starting point, a crowd had gathered. Besides the Drift Team and the Boeing Team members, others were there to watch the race.
In the previous dozen races, many teams had lost to the Drift Team, so today they wanted to see if the Boeing Team could take the Velocity Circuit.
Earlier, the Boeing Team's captain, Saskia, had said that if they won the Velocity Circuit, she would make it public, allowing all racing enthusiasts to schedule time to experience and train.
"Is Saskia too scared to show up?" The Drift Team's vice-captain, Sterling, said, sitting on the hood of a white sports car and checking his expensive watch. "What time is it? If you're scared, just say so. Having you losers here is pointless."
Many people laughed, and Clea, a member of the Boeing Team, angrily said, "This is the first time I've seen someone so eager to get beaten. There are still six minutes until the race, not six seconds. What's the rush?"
"Exactly," The entire Boeing Team echoed.
"Enjoy your laughs now. I doubt you'll be laughing when you embarrass yourselves later," Clea retorted, knowing the other team was sharp-tongued and not holding back.
The entire Drift Team burst into laughter, especially Sterling, who looked at them with a mocking gaze, as if ridiculing their overconfidence.
"I've seen Saskia's driving skills. You think you can win us? You're not qualified," Sterling said. Just then, a beautiful woman approached and caressed his chest, creating a passionate scene.
Clea had always disliked this group, but with only five minutes left until the race, she wondered what was happening with Abella...
"Clea, is Abella still coming?" Della, a team member, asked quietly, seeing that the other team's attention was on the busty woman. "There's not much time left. Should we call her?"
They knew Abella was a good friend of Saskia and wouldn't agree to come and then not show up. But maybe something had delayed her, so a call might be a good idea...
"Saskia said she's busy. No need to rush her. Be patient," Clea said, though she was also a bit worried. If Abella didn't come, she would have to step in.
Although her driving skills weren't as good as Saskia's, at least she wouldn't lose too badly.
Sterling and his team members were openly affectionate with the women, very uninhibited.
With only two minutes left, Sterling pushed the woman away and walked towards Clea, mocking, "I don't think Saskia is coming tonight."
Clea ignored him.
"How about you play with me? I'll let you win one round." Sterling lifted Clea's chin flirtatiously.
Clea angrily slapped his hand away and gave him a slap.
The entire Boeing Team rushed forward.
"Talk if you want, but keep your hands to yourself."
"Clea's chin isn't for you to touch."
"Do you even know who you are?"
Sterling's team members were naturally unhappy about him getting slapped and rushed forward. "Believe it or not, we can humiliate you right here and now."
"This is our turf. Don't overestimate yourselves."
"Either let Sterling hit back or kiss him to calm him down. Your choice."
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