"Did Uncle Viktor send it?" asked Isadore, staring at the mirror with a frown but Chlea was busy tidying up her room and didn't hear her.
With a marked grimace Isadore turned on her side to observe the green and gold satin and tulle dress, in Sioggard's colors.
Sumptuous was little to describe it, imposing did not make the idea enough and yet somehow she found that it suited her.
The green silk satin French corset neckline and off shoulder sleeves with intricate floral appliques elegantly highlighted her figure. The high-waisted skirt of precious gold tulle with a chapel length train that covered nearly a quarter of her bedroom was light and sophisticated at the same time.
The whole was a triumph of luxurious elegance, perfect for the castle's opulent throne room, bathed in golden can
