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Helena smiled and said teasingly, "I just spoke according to my conscience, but it looks like I gained some benefits." "Are you here to commission a custom-made haute couture gown?" Grace asked. There was a hint of a smile in Helena's eyes, and she said, "I want a haute couture gown with a floral theme for an event. The first person I thought of was you. How about it? Do you have time to customize it for me?" "Of course. Let me take your measurements right now." Grace took Helena's measurements, and the two of them had a delightful conversation.

Helena was many years older than Camille and I, but approached everything in life with optimistic joy that seemed infectious. "Oh, my goodness! Did you see the four of them?" Helena cooed, fanning herself dramatically. Her wheat-colored hair drifted in the gentle, warm breeze. She wore a blush pink blouse that was cinched at the waist, highlighting her full, pear shaped figure. The light denim jeans she wore fit her curves perfectly. It seemed I wasn't the only one who had a closet full of clothes in my exact size. "Goodness, the moment they looked at all of us, I thought I'd fall over."

*Aria's POV* "Miss Aria." Helena called from outside my room. Then she opened the door and entered. "What do you want?" I asked her. "Capo is hosting a gala today. You need to get ready." She said. "I don't want to attend." She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "You have no choice in the matter." She said walking more inside the room. Helena forced me into an elegant red dress, putting make up for me, along with 2 other maids. I was overwhelmed, as I always got ready by meself, even when I was the Hale princess.

So she brought food. She climbed the stairs quietly and pushed open the studio door. Then she froze. Mateo wasn’t alone. A woman sat on a stool near the window. She was beautiful. And Mateo was painting her. But that wasn’t what shocked Evelyn. The woman wasn’t wearing clothes. Mateo stood very close to her, adjusting the light on her shoulder. They were laughing about something. Evelyn felt the air leave her lungs. Mateo noticed her. His smile disappeared instantly. “Evelyn.”

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

The upper area till her thigh was in black reaching down to a shade of baby blue leaving the tail in royal blue colour. It was a one side strap with stonework and it was backless with a deep neck reaching to her lower back with three to four straps enhancing the keyhole. The neckline was well defined and the dress was being made by Sherri Hill which specially made for her. Her hair was kept in a loose fairy tale hairstyle with blue small flowers on it. Her Smokey eyes perfected with those red lips. A combination of blue and black accessories being given to her with six-inch velvet black heels.

He noticed the not-so-surprised look on her face and he asked her, “Don’t you like the colour? I can customize it for you. Tell me what do you prefer?” Mrtyu noticed his change in tone and temper. She processed in her mind quickly and figured out that Hexa was good at tailoring in female dresses. She tried to make a cool conversation with the ghost of the designer rather dreadful dead merchant. “The colour, ahem, is quite dull and I want it brighter.” “Brighter? How about lavender or purple? (He waved his hand to change the colour of the dress) which one, pick it?” Hexa looked at her face with curious eyes.

“I’m sorry? I don’t understand you. Can you speak English?” He nodded. “Why are you here?” “I mean no harm. I just want to have pixie dusts.” She heard loud shrieks and gasps. The man in front of her instantly drew his dagger and pointed it against her throat. “Are you the bringer of the plague?” That even caused more shrieks and screams. “No! I’m not the bringer of the plague!” She held her hands up. “I just want a little dust. My friend has been poisoned and an apothecary said he needs pixie dusts.”

"This dress is a one-of-a-kind Itania creation, the handcrafting alone cost thirty thousand dollars. I never meant to flaunt, but what can I do when I'm married to the wealthiest man around?" She feigned a look of concern, yet her eyes sparkled with triumph. The relatives gasped in awe, while a few young girls, green with envy, reached out to touch the gown, only to be deftly sidestepped by Betty. From the doorway, I let out a soft laugh. Three years ago, when I first laid eyes on Joseph, he was a man battered by life and plagued by illness. He once caught me performing a mystical ritual and became convinced I possessed magic. He begged me to heal him.

I asked with a little squeal. “You should have led with that.” Helena stood and rushed to the door. “I’ll go get water for your bath.” Helena returned some minutes after and within an hour, she helped me wash, and dress for my supposed first unity ball. My platinum blonde hair was styled with dazzling hair ornaments and let down in a ponytail. A beautiful royal blue gown tailored with some gems hugged my skin, accenting my blue eyes. This was my first time in a dress this beautiful.