"It needs to be a light color," Yllana said, "nothing too bright or eye-catching. You're an unmarried woman, after all."
It was Saturday afternoon, and we were sitting in the living room, choosing the design of the dress and the fabric with the seamstress grandpa invited to our house. She brought all kinds of fabrics and showed us many sketches.
"It shouldn't be too revealing, either," Yllana said, setting aside two designs for dresses with open shoulders and deep V-neck with lots of cleavage. And another one with a split skirt. "It has to be traditional. Conservative."
"You're worse than what I thought Martinus would be," I complained, staring at the designs in front of me. They all shared the huge amount of fabric used for them. Why would anybody need so many petticoats? I'd barely go
