Return to the House of Dresses! (Day 5 EA)

[Liliane Marten]

Feeling Triumphant after the archery contest Liliane headed off to see if her dress had been completed. It was feeling like it was her day! Smiling she entered the dress shop.

[Gabielle]

The older woman looked up at the gentle sound of chimes, brushed by Liliane’s entrance. “Afternoon milady, I imagine you be wanting a fitting for yer dress, then?”

[Liliane Marten]

"Yes, please!" she smiled, "I take it that everything is ready then?"

[Gabielle]

“Just about, milady. Let me fetch me daughter, and we’ll see that it’s all fitting and proper.” She curtsied clumsily, and moved to the door at the back of the shop. She didn’t call for the young woman, or ring a bell, but instead vanished through the portal. Gabielle’s footsteps could be heard thumping up the stairs.

[Liliane Marten]

She gave a little curtsy back. "Certainly. I am looking forward to it." She glanced about the shop idly as she waited, curious if some trinket might catch her eye in the process.

[Gabielle]

In short order, Gabielle returned with her daughter in tow, the young woman carrying the dress, the lovely auburn silk drapes so wonderfully in her arms that it will surely look wonderful when worn. The girl hung the dress as her mother pulled the curtain into position around the fitting area.

[Leesa]

Curtsying, the seamstress once more moved to aid Liliane in undressing, indicated for the noblewoman to step onto the wide stool.

[Liliane Marten]

Stepping behind the curtain Lily gave a little smile. "Thank you. Ah, up here?" She hopped onto the stool and let Leasa go to work.

[Leesa]

There was a considerable amount of shuffling and fussing as Leesa helped the woman out of her dress and into the new one. Along the neckline, the seamstress had placed roses made from matching silk, the flowers becoming smaller as they met at the low cleavage, granting a little more modesty than the design’s plunging neck started with. Tiny sprays of roses had been embroidered over the hips in a burgundy that matched the sheer, flowing sleeves, in subtle contrast to the auburn.

The fit was perfect, as if Liliane had been there as the girl had pieced the dress together. The seamstress pulled a little here, tugged a little there, tying off threads that had been left loose or hanging in case adjustments were required, but none were. Leesa stepped back and indicated to the large mirror - proper glass, not metal - so Liliane could see herself from head to toe. “Are you satisfied, milady?” she asked in her odd, careful tone.

[Liliane Marten]

Lily smoothed her hands over the fabric. "Oh! It is lovely!" she said excitedly inspecting it in the mirror. Spinning around to check out how it fits and moves. She held for a moment with her back turned towards the mirror so she could see how it looked from behind. "I think I am very satisfied. You do wonderful work!" Liliane complimented them both with a gleeful smile.