Zarina was idly standing in the middle of her room, she was impatiently waiting for Luther to summon what was she about to wear.
He already summoned a few dresses and gowns that would suit her, but none of them was to her liking as she felt like it all looked dull.
“Luther, would you make it quick? We don’t have all the time in the world,” She rolled her eyes while raising her tone.
“Just a second, I’m almost on it! I’m finding the right dress that would suit you,” Luther shouted downstairs while pointing his wand at the right angle for the magic to enter Zarina’s room.
“And now I just have to chant the magic, again, what style do you want?” He curiously asked, “All that I prepared for you was not to your liking! How could you not like my tastes?!” He complained so she rolled her eyes.
