With the help of Estrid and Cassandra, Arabella got into that abominably... Beautiful gown with a smile.
Her day had been one of the best to ever rise and nothing was going to put a damper on that. Not even the prince.
"This may not be what you wish to hear about this dress, my Lady, but… It suits you in every way," Cassandra held her breath, seemingly expecting a negative reaction.
Although Arabella took her words, gaped at her reflection and swirled around twice on her heels, "No, I do agree. It is almost as if it was tailored with my image in mind," she practically whispered, her eyes glued to the dress wrapping her body.
"I believe it was, my Lady," Estrid commented.
Arabella finally sighed and faced the mirror, "You will never drop the Lady label, will you?"
"I am afraid you are asking for too much of me," Estrid's eyes strayed away as though refusing to meet Arabella's.
Cassandra said nothing and merely stared at the floor beneath her.
