The next day dawned with a fresh wave of organized chaos. Just as Lady Huldah had promised, a carriage arrived at the manor, carrying the renowned dress designer, Madame Elise, and her team of skilled seamstresses.
Daphne was summoned from her room to meet them in the parlor, which had been transformed overnight into a makeshift design studio. Rolls of silk and lace were draped over chairs, and the scent of fresh flowers filled the air.
Madame Elise, a woman with a sharp eye and a warm smile, curtsied to Daphne. "It is an honor to create a gown for the General's bride," she said, her voice a soft, cultured murmur. "He has provided us with a magnificent design, but we must make sure it is to your liking."
She then gestured to her team, who carefully brought out a large, heavy garment bag made of the finest crimson velvet.
Madame Elise, with grace, unzipped the heavy bag.
A collective gasp from Lady Elizabeth, Emma, and Lianna escaped the room as the wedding dress was revealed.
