Nora
A few days later, Madam Molly was summoned to the side hall once more. This time, her apprentices were not armed with measuring tapes but carried several large trays cloaked in soft white cloths.
Clyde was present as well, seated in a high-backed chair by the fireplace, seemingly absorbed in a document. Yet his eyes occasionally flickered with anticipation towards the trays.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness," Madam Molly greeted with a curtsy, her tone respectful yet unwavering. "The dresses you've ordered, both everyday and formal, are ready for your review. The wedding gown is still being meticulously crafted."
Her apprentices carefully placed the trays on the long table and unveiled the cloths carefully. I leaned forward, curiosity piqued at the sight.
The first was a winter day d
