Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2014 14:56:50 GMT -5
Maricela had been saving it for just the occasion, letting the beautiful lengths of velvet and gossamer chiffon lie in wait deep in a trunk. For weeks she and her tailors had slaved over making it all she wanted, the deep blue of the house dotted with tiny glass beads and gemstones that seemed almost impossibly tiny to attach. They spiraled and dusted across the fabric, sparking no matter which way it moved.
The travels recently announced meant that this was perfect. From all the rumors about traveling, Cela was already working on wardrobe for everyone, but her own dresses were going to be the last to be completed. Angelia's were mostly complete already, but there would be some additions to the wardrobe for both girls. Maybe Rosalinda would come to her in search of dresses too, Cela was already cooking a few ideas.
She pulled the soft fabric from the trunk, laying it across the daybed she kept in her sewing room. There was already a dress on the dress form she had made to suit her figure, busty with a slim waist and curvaceous hips. The dress was almost done, fine silk with layers of lace for sheer sleeves in a sweetheart neckline that showed off her curves. Maricela pinned on the final touch, a length of her glittering fabric that would spill from the small of her back into a train of starlight. The velvet would become a cape, with a sapphire clasp that she had designed, embedded with the house crest. She would be impossible to not notice wherever she wore this. No lord would dare pass her by.
She stood there, her bright blue eyes admiring the creation, sketchbook in hand to note where the stitches would have to go when she heard a knock at the door.
The travels recently announced meant that this was perfect. From all the rumors about traveling, Cela was already working on wardrobe for everyone, but her own dresses were going to be the last to be completed. Angelia's were mostly complete already, but there would be some additions to the wardrobe for both girls. Maybe Rosalinda would come to her in search of dresses too, Cela was already cooking a few ideas.
She pulled the soft fabric from the trunk, laying it across the daybed she kept in her sewing room. There was already a dress on the dress form she had made to suit her figure, busty with a slim waist and curvaceous hips. The dress was almost done, fine silk with layers of lace for sheer sleeves in a sweetheart neckline that showed off her curves. Maricela pinned on the final touch, a length of her glittering fabric that would spill from the small of her back into a train of starlight. The velvet would become a cape, with a sapphire clasp that she had designed, embedded with the house crest. She would be impossible to not notice wherever she wore this. No lord would dare pass her by.
She stood there, her bright blue eyes admiring the creation, sketchbook in hand to note where the stitches would have to go when she heard a knock at the door.