I was shifting through clothes for the hundredth time. I wasn't able to find the right dress that would look nice on me. There were only a few clothes that weren't designed in an ancient Victorian-era manner. It seemed like this town loved these in their closet more than those which were elegant and pretty.
I sighed and sat down on the chair as I studied the little man still looking through the dresses. I was tired of the frenzy of the party by a baroness and there were still clothes that needed to look grand. I wanted to change the fashion sense of the people here, whether they were truly backward or they didn't know about the existence of such fashion.
