Adina stepped out of the carriage, the cold air making her shiver internally. She made her way into the seamstress stall. Even though the ceremony was still about two months away, she wanted to get the main part of it done and over with: h
er mating dress.
Thessara had spoken about it. Kora had spoken about it. They both wanted her to go all out, something huge with a long train at the end. Adina had listened to their suggestions clearly to know that wasn't what she wanted. She didn't tell them, though; she wanted to surprise them.
The seamstress was by the door with a wide smile. "Your Majesty," she greeted, bowing low.
Adina felt awkward. She wasn't queen yet. How could she correct the woman? She couldn't be addressed as 'Your Majesty' yet. She didn't say anything, though, smiling as brightly as she could as she was ushered into the stall.
