"Yes, your highness," the seamstress moved swiftly to get the next dress.
Angelica had already lost interest in this from the moment Ian walked in. She was only calm because her mother was present, if she had to sit through this alone, she would have left by now.
"The next dress is a draped royal purple gown, once again with sheer organzine sleeves with a ruched waist," she smiled.
"Oh, I love the colour," Ohara gasped.
"I agree, I love everything about this gown, it is very sultry," Ian smiled.
"I do not like the neckline, it is too deep," Angelica frowned.
"Yes, your highness, it is but, it would be better suited for the summer, and if his highness likes it, then, I believe it is alright," the seamstress replied.
"Good answer," Ian chuckled and Angelica scoffed.
"My love, the colour is still close to the dark ones you prefer," Ohara said.
"Does not matter, mother," Angelica replied.
"Next dress, please," Ian smiled.
