I sighed as I spun on the projector again, doing my best to let Shannon see the dress from behind. She frowned as she leaned back in her seat, balancing the tablet on her knee as she made several different noises. Then finally, she shook her head, blowing a raspberry as I glanced over my shoulder. She was running her hand through her blonde hair, a pouty expression on her face as she glared at the screen.
“It just looks too… princessy,” she complained, swiping on the tablet as I turned to face her again. Justina laughed in the chair beside her, adjusting her wrap as she shifted baby Noelle in her arms. “Too much fabric, and it’s just way too big.”
“Is my сестра1 not good enough to be a princess for her own wedding?” the sorcerer joked, and I couldn’t help my slight laugh as Shannon rolle
