You sit on the couch in the wedding shop and every part of you is frozen. You need to answer Lady Elizabeth but for all, you know she could just do this to get a reaction out of you.
"Oh, that, yes of course. She must be so happy right now"
"Yes, she's almost beside herself"
Just then you see the princess screaming at the poor shop assistant. You decide to move a bit closer to hear what could possibly be wrong since she must be so over the moon about her wedding being so close and all.
"...am sorry, your grace. I told the blond models that we only want dark hair models but they switched at the last minute..."
"Do I look like a blond to you?? Huh?? I don't understand why I have to explain myself over and over again"
"I'm sorry, your grace. I'll tell them never to model for us again-"
