"Lady Sylvia you look beautiful as always," Fayette Blanchet said for the 11th time today as she fixed the testing fabric around me, I just stood still as a statue, as she did her bidding.
"Is there perhaps any gold color? I want her to stand out tomorrow" Mother said observing the design, not feeling satisfied
"Oui Madame, I will try that right now," Fayette said rushing to another pile of fabric, Mother was really torturing the poor french woman, she has been like this just because I needed to look my best for the ball tomorrow evening, everything was upside down due to the numerous change of fabrics.
