“Here we are,” Helen says, opening the door to a large room with large open windows, drape with cotton curtains.
“Wow,” Armenia says as she looks around at the rows and rows of dresses, hats, shoes, hair accessories, and jewelry.
“The wardrobes that are in the rooms can fit seven at most,” Helen says.
“How do I choose just seven?” Armenia asks, looking at an excessively thrilled dark pink dress.
“You lady-in-waiting will get used to your preference and will just select dresses for you every day,” Helen says.
“I am used to hand me downs from my best friend but I don’t think I want to be wearing a dress that someone else or several other ladies has already worn,” Armenia says, looking at the next dress.
“Neither should you,” Prince Duncan says, standing in the door.
“I don’t mean to b
