Minutes after the prince exited her chamber, Gala looked at the dresses laid out on her bed. There were a variety of colors to choose from, and all were equal in splendor.
She turned to the dwarven maidens, a warm smile plastered on her face, and gently asked them, "Which color do you think would best suit me?"
However, the dwarves did not answer her nor look at her. They were just looking down at their feet.
The smile on her face slowly faded. She turned to the clothes again and checked all of them one by one. A certain light blue gown caught her eyes. Its cutout was simpler compared to the others, and nothing too extravagant was going on with its styling. Most of all, there were no gold linings on the fabric.
She picked up the dress and smiled at the dwarven maidens. "Can you help me?" She asked them gently.
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