Mirellie
Margaret blinked in confusion. “I'm sorry?”
Hannah's expression remained perfectly calm. “What I'm saying is that the Luna is not a slim woman, so stop trying to dress her like one.”
The room went completely silent. I nearly choked.
Moon Goddess. There were far gentler ways to make that point.
Several of the seamstresses exchanged uneasy looks, but Hannah appeared completely unmoved by their reaction. She neither softened her words nor attempted to reassure them. If anything, she seemed wholly unconcerned by their discomfort as she continued speaking.
“Your job is not to squeeze her into gowns designed for someone else's body. Your job is to create clothing that complements her body. The Luna attends meetings, travels across the territory, works long hours and occasionally n
