Freya was huffing.
Three days from here, the Red Moon would come, and Feya Sagecross had a lot to do. The dresses she was making for her friends had to be perfect, not gorgeous, perfect. Nothing less, perhaps more.
Magic now was her most helpful ally, that and having Esmeray next to her helping with fabrics and sewing.
“What do you think?” she asked Esme once the lace in Thea’s dress was all sewed up. And Leevanna’s cousin frowned. Freya never asked those kinds of questions, she knew how to do it, and what to do in each kind of occasion. “Perhaps it’s too much lace?”
Esmeray stopped embedding the roses in Lhu’s dress and walked towards Freya, who was smoothing the dress. Thea’s had a wide V-neck that reached mid-abdomen, the bodice was completely made of embroidery and leaver lace. The
