Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

Chapter 8 - Don't Replace Anna

"The wall is divided into three. Wherever you stand before the wall will act as a door. The middle will open to the left, the left and right will both open to the middle," Ms. Mara explained to her with a smile and she watched Rose play around the wall testing each door.

"This is so awesome," she said after passing through each door in and out. She looked around the spacious bedroom. The bedroom along with the living area was larger than the hotel room she stayed in in Y city. She opened the first door she saw and it led her to the bathroom.

Ms. Mara followed her in and watched as Rose stared around amazed. "The other door will lead to the walk-in closet. I chose some cloths for you. I hope you will like them," Ms.. Mara told her.

"I will certainly like anything Ms. Mara prepares for me. These are more than enough," she praised the woman for all she got her. The room was more than enough to say that the woman will not give her anything bad. It proved that Ms. Mara was definitely someone with high taste.

"Call me Mara," Ms. Mara immediately corrected her. "The master's bedroom, Sir's study, Madam's studio are on the second floor. For now you should not go to the second floor, open the door opposite yours and the one beside yours or madam will not be happy," Mara explained with a very serious expression on her face.

"Okay. I won't go there," she agreed immediately. She might be curious but for now, it was not hers to know. It might even be best she does not know the reason. Any kind of distraction is not accepted.

"Come downstairs for lunch once it is 12:30 pm. Dinner will be eaten at 6:30 in the evening. And breakfast will be eaten by 7:30. Make sure you dress properly. Madam does not like it when someone does not dress well. She is a fashion designer, I guess that is the reason," Mara continued to explain to her with a more relaxed expression on her face.

"Okay, I will take note," Rose answered as she mentally noted down everything Mara said but she kept rewriting the fact that her new mother was a fashion designer over and over again. This was the most pleasant surprise since her rebirth. It was personal not for vengeance or what so ever but for her personally. She was so happy.

It seems the whole world was moving just to make things easier. It might have not been mentioned earlier because she had been too focused on vengeance that she forgot her own dream to be a fashion designer.

Before she died in her past life, she wanted to work with the royal designers to design clothes for the royal family. It was her dream before her death. Now, she was in the home of a fashion designer and she might not know who her new mother was but she was sure that her new mother was popular enough and almost definitely designs high end clothes.

"I will leave you now to rest before lunch," Mara told her walking out of the bathroom but stopped in the living area when Rose called her attention.

"Thank you for everything Mara," she sincerely appreciated.

"It is my job," Mara told her with a professional smile. "There is a smartphone in the drawer. Feel free around the house but avoid those places I told you to. The house is large and you might get lost since you are new here. Call my number saved on the smart phone and I will find you. If you need anything call the number saved as Joyce, she will take care of it."

With all that said, Mara left the room closing the door gently behind her.

Rose turned and stared around her room. There was a queen's four poster bed. It held an ancient and modern princess vibe to it. The curtains were made of really beautiful pink linen and the bed was laid with pink high quality silk beddings. There was a light shade of blue in the beddings forming beautiful rose patterns.

There was a massage chair in front of the floor to ceiling glass door that led to the balcony. On the other side of the room close to the door of her closet, there was a dressing table with four drawers and a cute fancy stool in front of it.

Her feet sank into the soft pink and white rose designed rug on the floor. The rug was so large it covered a few around the bed and the bed was placed on it. The amount of pink in the room was much and she was not exactly a fan of pink color although she does not hate.

The usage of pink color in the room was so beautiful that it made her subconsciously become a fan of pink colors. There were two bedside drawers on either side of the bed and she went to the first opening the drawers but they were all empty and she walked to the other one and found a smartphone in the first drawer.

Picking it up along with the pink earpiece she found with it and she smiled sighing. This was her first smartphone in this life. In her past life, she had bought one for herself after leaving the orphanage.

"Mother, I am doing well. I visit you soon. I just need some time," she reminded her mother of the promise she made before leaving Y country.

She went to the living area and sat in front of her study table and opened her laptop. On the laptop after connecting to the Wi-Fi source, she typed 'Whitfred family' and searched the internet for any information on them.

What she got was surprising. Mr. Justin, her new father, was the second son from a very prominent family and his father was the adopted son of her grandfather's cousin. He got married to the late queen's distant cousin a couple of years before her mother married the king. So, literally speaking, her new mother was related to her birth mother and her new father was also related to her birth father.

The information was just too much that she could not continue the search and closed her laptop. She stood up and sat on the twin sofa closing her eyes. She allowed the soft comfortable sofa to welcome her with a hug-like feeling. She began weigh everything before her. Was it a good thing to be so close to the royal family? Was it an advantage or disadvantage?

She wanted to be close to them but not this close to them and even having familial relationship with them through her foster family. Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax. Her mind began travelling on a train of thoughts. She looked so much like mother only that her mother had pure green eyes but hers began changing when she was a baby.

She was not born with these hazel eyes and it was not this colored when she was still in the palace so that might reduce the chance of being recognized, right? Her hair color was just like her mother's. It was chocolate brown with very unique auburn highlight forming beautiful blurring strip-like patterns towards the tip of her hair.

She had never seen anyone else with outstanding natural hair colors like this except her mother. Should she dye her hair? She doubts she would be allowed to since she was just fourteen and she was not sure her new family will let her do that.

She decided to rest over it. Since Mr. Whitfred did not recognize her that must mean her new mother won't recognize her right? She tightly closed her eyes tightly and shook her head. No, it was very possible that Mrs. Whitfred might recognize her since she was a cousin of her mother.

Oh, this was getting way more complicated than it should be although it might seem that all these coincidence were for her benefit. She could trust no one. What if they kill her again? The fact that she was lucky in her last life does not mean she would be lucky in this life. She will trust no one.

While Rose was thinking Mr. Whitfred did not notice the resemblance between her and the late queen, he was trying to persuade his wife with the fact that the girl he adopted looked just like her favorite cousin. He only wanted his wife to see the girl. Telling his wife directly will simply make her get suspicious.

"You should meet her first," he tried to explain to her but she was not willing to listen as she tried to leave the room to her studio but he stood in front of her. She just changed her clothes after returning from the hospital.

"I told you not to try replacing Anna," she reminded him of her specific warning. "I warned you because you will make an innocent girl suffer for your crimes. I pity the girl," she said shaking her head in disappointment as she tried to walk past him again.

"No, we are doing a good thing," he justified his action holding her wrist. Saving a poor girl from that life of poverty was good thing.

"Just like Anna, right?" she asked sarcastically.

"No, I was told that a new face will help you cope. They also said it will help Anna's mental state. If she gets someone young like Anna to accompany her in the hospital, she won't be lonely since your fashion show is right at the corner and I don't want you to lose your focus. Anna will not want the show to turn out bad because of her," he explained to her and hugged her tightly pressing her head against his chest.