The seamstress and Ian turned to Angelica.
"Yes, we are done now, your highness," the seamstress replied.
"Good," Angelica said. She did not want to continue sitting here while they discussed fabrics as if they were the most important things in the world.
"Wait, your highness, I apologize, I was wrong, no, we are not done. I need to know what sort of design you would like for the dresses?" the seamstress asked.
"The same way you made my wedding gown, make the others like that," Angelica sighed. She was tired of all this dress talk. She simply wanted to go back to the room. But then again, it was not like she was doing anything in there, she was very bored.
"Alright, your highness," she replied.
"Wait, just make the first fifteen dresses like that, as for the seven that I chose, make the design more fitted, the sleeves should vary in length," Ian said.
"It is winter," she turned to him.
"It will not remain winter for long," he replied.
