CHAPTER 61
SLOANE'S POV
"...full length, 147." The seamstress mumbled, moving the tape swiftly around my shoulders.
An apprentice stood by the corner, taking note of the measurements she made.
My wedding dress was to be made by the best seamstress in the Northern kingdom, Ms. Lorie.
"Did you take note of everything?" She turned to the apprentice.
"Yes ma'am." The girl nodded timidly in response.
"That'll be all Luna." She smiled.
Luna? They're calling me that already.
"I'm not Luna yet." I smiled.
"You'll be, very soon." She said.
"I..."
"Ms Lorie!" Thalia came running before i could even finish objecting.
"Hello Thalia," Ms Lorie smiled. "It's been a while."
"Yeah." Thalia tried to catch her breath. "You refused to come make me new dresses."
"That's not true." Ms Lorie sai
