It took two male staff members to lift the large trunk that the seamstress had brought along with her from the carriage into the house. Circe stood in the foyer, watching as the men maneuvered the hefty load through the doorway. When they finally set it down with a heavy thud, she stared at the trunk with a skeptical look, arms loosely crossed over her chest.
How heavy was this thing that it required two grown men just to carry it inside? And why was it so enormous?
When Ragnar said he would be paying for a few dresses, she had imagined perhaps three or four modest pieces, not an entire trunk full of them.
The large container looked more suited for a week-long royal expedition than a simple dress delivery.
"My lady," the seamstress said with a respectful bow as soon as she caught sight of Circe waiting by the stairs. "Are you ready for the dress fitting?"
