"How do I look?"
Lady Clement spun around.
The sleeves and blouse were vague of a gypsy. The skirt consisted of ruffled tiers of burnt orange satin that ended in a ragged hem just above the ankle, as if the seamstress had suddenly been called away before completing her task, along with shades of violet flecked with white that seemed to undulate of their own volition.
A spidery black lace bodice consummated the ensemble. The dress brought out her sapphire eyes, making them glow and stood out.
"Oh, dear! Holy gorgeous! I knew it would look fabulous on you, it was as if made just for you to wear," The old lady gushed out. "Don't you think so, young man?"
"As stunning as ever, My Lady," Jian Yu praised.
"Old grandma, please make another set in men's attire for him," Lady Clement continued to twirl around, examining herself in the full body length mirror.
