"Thank you," Rose mumbled as she nodded.
Bailey shook her head. "If you also have any other clothes you'd need amended, you can send Welma to bring them to me."
Rose couldn't help but get suspicious. There was no reason why Bailey would be this nice to her, the crown prince's orders or not. Also, according to Welma, she was well sought after in the capital. It was beyond fishy—it was straight-up unbelievable.
"Okay," Rose settled on, for lack of what to say to her offer. However, as the words left her mouth, she regretted it as she could see the smile on Welma's lips.
Bailey nodded, holding the clothes with two hands. She started for the door, and Welma seemed reluctant to follow after her, but Bailey would need help getting to the door.
Suddenly, Welma stopped just as her hand gripped the handle, and she turned around to look at Rose. Rose's brows furrowed at Welma's stare; the maid had a serious expression on her face.
"What is it?" Rose asked, annoyed.
