Be a matchmaker in an otome game

Chapter 12 Another Unicorn Brooch

The people from the jewelry store came to the door quickly. Safi apologized to her mother and walked to the reception room.

Several customers were already waiting for her in the reception room, including jewelry stores, cosmetics stores, clothing stores, and in short, the owners of several famous stores on the "Golden Mile" were here. They saw Safi open the door and walk in.

, all bowed their knees and saluted.

"No need to be polite," Safi waved her hand and sat down on the sofa, "Start as soon as possible and finish as soon as possible."

The owners of luxury stores had also dealt with the future princess many times, and they already had an understanding of her style of conduct. They stopped talking nonsense and stepped forward one by one to introduce the products they brought.

Every gift brought by the boss was very expensive, but Safi was not very satisfied with it.

"You have put your best effort into it, but it lacks a bit of uniqueness." Safi commented.

Safi's identity is unusual. Her gifts will be opened by the queen in public. Under the spotlight, if her gifts fall into the usual routine, it will make people question whether she is dedicated. For Safi, who pursues perfection in everything she does, this is not a good idea.

It's intolerable.

The owner of the jewelry store that Safi visited yesterday seemed to have expected such a thing. He smiled confidently: "Ms. Safi, please look at this gift."

The boss took out a jewelry box, and everyone in the room drew their attention to him, wondering what kind of gift he could come up with to satisfy Safi.

"This is a batch of goods that arrived last night. When I saw it for the first time, I knew that this piece of jewelry must be left to Miss Safi. Only in Miss Safi's hands can it be used to its fullest extent.

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The shopkeeper was talking so arrogantly that Safi was impatient. She raised her hand slightly to stop the shopkeeper from boasting: "Bring the things here."

The shopkeeper carefully took out a jewelry box and placed it in front of Safi: "Miss Safi, please take a look."

Safi opened the jewelry box, glanced at it casually, her eyes suddenly changed, and she sat up straight: "This is..."

"How about it, Miss Safi," the shopkeeper didn't notice the change in Safi's expression and was still complacent, "Do you still like it?"

Safi closed the box calmly, reached out to call the maid, whispered a few words in the maid's ear, and then said to the other shopkeepers: "You all go back."

The other shopkeepers looked disappointed, knowing that they had no chance, so they stood up and left one after another.

After the door to the reception room was closed, Safi opened the jewelry box again and looked at it: "Is this a new product in your store?"

"Of course," the shop owner immediately said proudly, "I can guarantee that the whole king only has this one. When Her Royal Highness the Queen opens it and sees it during the thank you ceremony, there will be many follow-up designs in the royal capital."

Safi sneered in her heart, why wait until after the thank you ceremony.

The maid brought over what Safi wanted at this time, which was the unicorn brooch she bought at the "Silver Avenue" yesterday.

The shop owner suddenly had a bad premonition, but he only thought of designing a car crash, and multiple explanations immediately came to mind.

Safi motioned to the maid to place the jewelry box in front of the shop owner, and said in a cold voice: "Open it and take a look."

After the shopkeeper opened it, his normally eloquent mouth was now speechless and unable to say a word: "This..."

He quickly opened the jewelry box he brought and placed the two boxes side by side.

The two brooches are exactly the same, and there is no difference at all in appearance.

The same sparkle, the same delicacy, the same beauty, even the position of the unicorn's eyes is exactly the same.

"This..." Cold sweat fell from the shop owner's forehead. He couldn't say a word of what he had originally planned. His legs were swinging, and he wanted to get out of the Prime Minister's Mansion immediately.

Safi put the tea cup on the table without hesitation, making a crisp clinking sound. The shop owner trembled all over and almost jumped over in fright at the sound.

"Tell me," Safi asked coldly, "I'm listening."

The shop owner is troubled and can't tell. Don't ask him about this. He doesn't know. He also wants to know what happened.

Safi is worthy of being the "Snow Mountain Lotus" in the royal capital's social circle. The shop owner, a middle-aged man who has experienced forty years of ups and downs, actually trembles under Safi's gaze, as if his little thoughts are nowhere to be seen.

In addition, the Prime Minister has always had a reputation for being selfless, and the daughter he taught also inherited his cold face and wisdom, so the shop owner did not dare to fool Safi in front of him, and all he could think about was "It's over."

What they do in this business is reputation. Due to Safi's special status, as long as she says a word, the entire social circle in the royal capital will no longer care about their store.

Seeing that the purpose of deterrence was achieved, Safi was finally willing to raise her hand, picked up the teacup, and said calmly: "I'll give you three days, I want an answer to this matter, so go away."

As if he had been granted amnesty, the shop owner put down the jewelry box in his hand and ran out of the Prime Minister's Mansion in a mess without even having time to pack his own things.

With a cold smile, Safi picked up the brooch she bought yesterday and the brooch the shopkeeper just left behind. After looking at it carefully for a while, she frowned and told the maid: "Go find a jewelry appraiser."

The maid took the order and left.

Safi looked at the two brooches carefully again.

For aristocratic young ladies like them, jewelry appraisal is a compulsory course, but many jewelry cannot be discerned with the naked eye and must use instruments. The appraisal they practice is just to avoid making mistakes on some low-level issues.

It was strange that the brooch that the shopkeeper on Golden Avenue brought over today looked slightly dim compared to the brooch she bought yesterday.

Although it was really only a negligible darkness, her eyesight... Safi shook her head and stopped thinking about it.

The jewelry appraiser came quickly.

"These two brooches," Safi first asked the appraiser to sit down and push the two boxes forward, "please give them a appraisal."

The elderly appraiser adjusted his glasses and asked his assistant to bring up his instruments.

The assistant, who kept his head down and tried to reduce his presence, walked forward with the box.

Safi inadvertently raised her eyes and saw the appearance of this "assistant". She was frightened and accidentally knocked over the tea.

The hot tea smeared on the blue skirt and directly burned Safi's skin.

The maid shouted and rushed over to wipe the wet stains on Safi's skirt.

The "assistant" was also shocked by her behavior and almost shook off the delicate instrument in his hand. Fortunately, he reacted and put the instrument down gently.

"Are you okay," the assistant said, just as he was about to step forward to check on Safi's condition, "Let me take a look and make sure you don't burn yourself."

Safi didn't feel anything at first, but when the assistant reached out, she suddenly stepped back as if she was being burned, held up her skirt and saluted: "I have met His Highness Fred."

The assistant's half-stretched hand froze in the air, and then slowly lowered it. Looking at the distance she had distanced herself from, he slowly gave a bitter smile.

"No gifts."

(End of chapter)