The dress shop selected by the emperor was housed in a quaint little brick building. A simple yet well-kept sign above the door read 'Madame Mae's'.
Kel scanned the shop's exterior as she allowed herself to be escorted out of the carriage. Back in Mevani, the maids who knew her identity had always taken her measurements and chosen dresses. It was the same for Adriell.
In order to prevent anyone from getting suspicious, the girls had both been kept away from things like dress shops. Kel could have visited one on her own, but it never seemed like the sort of place she'd enjoy.
"It may look plain," the emperor explained, misunderstanding Kel's scrutinizing gaze, "but this place was recommended to suit the princess's.. tastes."
"Ah, um, thank you, Your Majesty," Kel dipped her head, feeling the tips of her ears begin to burn. She was generally unbothered, or even amused, by the talk of 'the risque princess of Mevani', but the emperor's words left her feeling embarrassed.
