Tall order

Roxy tucked her brown shirt under her green suit pants, choosing the silver gene lamp necklace and monstera leaf earring. In this weekend she dressed up for work instead of hanging out.

"It's time to mope and whine and get paid for it! See ya comrade!" She slipped into her brown heels and dashed out.

"Have a safe trip." Ryu said while piping some dough.

Antonio continued visiting under the excuse of shopping for the wedding, unlike other princes he only needed a tour guide, a secretary and an errand girl.

At the buzzy busy capital she ran with shopping bags and an open planner, checking some boxes while Antonio was hugging and shaking hands with a merchant before parting ways.

She went to stone synthesizing lab to fetch invoice, Of course the prince won't use man made stones as royal jewelry, he just bought couple giant columns of rubies and sapphires to put somewhere in the wedding.

"Columns check, pastry chef deal check. The antique wall clock will be shipped next week." She looked at her reflection in a shop window.

'I'm so cute as stressed out manager.' She arranged her hair that was blown with the wind.

While she flirted with herself he did with some woman.

She walked behind him as he explored the capital, high beige buildings with trees and greenery at their roofs to block the harsh sun. A tram providing transportation to the foreign tourists since the magnetic station was only for citizens, and the foreigners will get unwell due to the magnetic force in stations.

Antonio compared the difference as they walked between the fancy hotels.

'It's like this city is designed for foreigners..'

"Haven't seen a residential building yet."

"Well nobody lives here, It's just hotels, spas and shopping areas in the capital."

'Even the city name is just -The capital- They didn't even try.'

At a casual yet still fancy restaurant she was scrabbling on a notebook and organizing papers in a file, while his high end sunglasses rested on his all way too realistic brunette wig, taking a long inhale from a shisha.

"Okay I'm done. I wrote all the contacts for everyone you met. And in this file you have all the receipts and shipping papers, I made several categories-"

He listens to the lecture length explanation while flipping through the file.

"What would I do without you?" He smiled flirtatiously, then he called the waiter.

"Um.. hire someone else?" She put paper back in her disc-bound planner.

"You're cold~"

"Not cold, just old enough to be your ancestor."

The waiter came with her 50k moro stake and his fancy plate with long French name, the waiter took the desert order after a little too friendly conversation with him.

"Dude- I mean your glorious highness please respect the fiancé you're shopping for." She told before taking a bite of the stake.

"I take that back, do whatever you want." She called the waiter for some cactus cola.

At a whole shopping mall only for beauty supplies he stood there like a normal dude besieged by colorful bottles with long labels.

"Which of these will suit Feronika?"

"What's her skin type?"

He pulls the old trusty Feronika information notebook with border line unreadable handwriting.

She picked products while he chatted with another man shopping for his wife with a errand boy. Her eyes almost popped out of their place when she saw her 900 moro shampoo being sold for five thousand. The capital was truly designed to rig off foreigners.

'This is good for the economy.' She held the shopping bags, looking at the prince in disguise searching for his next side quest.

'Gotta give it to him, appearing as a devoted partner who shops personally for his fiancé while actually aiming to strike business deals or network at least. Two birds in one stone. Never seen street smart covered in high society act before."

"They're beyond clever." He commented as they exited the currency exchange shop and hopped on the tram.

"Hm?"

"The one who made the moro. What a citizen pays 50 moro and a foreigner pays 500 for the same thing, but it's not really that bad when you do the currency conversion, if anything the prices are reasonable at worst."

'The moro designed like that to somewhat prevent poverty actually, rigging the tourists is a nice bonus though."

"Yeah, our uncle made that, he was a genies."

"Uncle?"

"Yup, a friend of Mama and Papa."

"Y'all really call your founding parents Mama and Papa?"

"What else to call them? Ms. and Mr. land of the unwanted?"

"...None silly options don't exist I see."

"Why so interested in our land though? I thought y'all think of us as sick contagious people."

"I'm looking for inspiration, and people of the dukedom are very open minded and accepting for your information."

The conversation paused when they reached the checking point between the capital and Ad mare.

He watched as other rich tourists waited while a huge hexagonal board displayed some patterns.

"Please wait as the system authenticate your identity." The security guard said to every tourist while their tour guide swiped their hexagono on the board.

The process took thirty seconds for each person but when Roxy swiped hers they passed instantly.

"Are you a spy?" He teased

"Who knows?"

As they walked to the station she prompted him to continue what he was saying.

"So what's inspiring about here?"

"Everything." He played coy but her deadpan expression didn't change.

"Well your economical stability. I could use some of that back home."

"I thought that the dukedom is crazy rich."

" Well yeah, but we're pretty much under the influence of the kingdom, would be nice to change that."

'Humans and their superiority chasing shenanigans.'

"Well that's a tall order."

"Yeah. I read your books by the way. Not bad but you got no flow."

'And you got no respect to your fiancé.. No Roxy no. He pays you well, don't risk it.'

"Tell me about it."

"Well every sentence is accurate but it doesn't transition smoothly to the next hence your paragraphs almost doesn't exist. It's like you're writing a list is what I'm saying."

At the border with the dukedom his real errand boy took the files and shopping bags.

"Don't write lists!" He winked and waved for her before walking away.

'Now that's a tall order.' She thought.