In the morning, Egon took her to a seamstress. When asked what color she wanted, her answer was simply, “Anything but blue.” Her life had been ruled by blue, but not in Chrysanthos. She wore whatever color she wanted here. The seamstress chose a deep purple gown with intricate beading on the whole bodice. As she was about to turn the expensive garment down, Egon approved it. She needed it brought in and hemmed up, but the seamstress insisted it would be done by that evening in time for the party, as would Egon’s matching outfit.
“I can’t afford that dress,” She explained as they left the establishment.
“It’s already paid for,” he explained.
“By you?”
“No, by the prince. He likes a certain atmosphere at his parties and has a habit of throwing his father’s money around to accomplish it.
