Chapter 17 She, Who Made History

Vincenzo's POV

"No, I don't like it," I glared at the colour of cloth he held in his hand as if it were poison.

"Why not? I love it," my twin sister said as she felt the material.

"It's unpleasing to look at," I scoffed before turning to look at all the colours spread out on the table and caught a silky golden colour.

"That one," I pointed and the man immediately got it out.

It reminded me of Nora.

"We'll use this one," I mumbled, taking one of my gloves off to feel the material then nodded in approval and the man almost fell to his knees in glee.

"Well that's unusual," my sister said and I turned to look at her.

"What is?" I raised a brow.

"You normally go for a plain white but this year you chose the colour of the sun, why?" I shrugged, slipping my black glove back on then gestured with two fingers for my palace steward to step forward and he did so immediately.