I gasped.
Well, for a second. I did feel it because even Angwi often pinched my cheeks these days, and Natha's hands liked to linger around my waist, rubbing my tummy. And Jade...liked to lay on my stomach, saying it felt like jelly.
"Is it bad?" I asked her worriedly.
"No, no--" Arta shook her head and stood up to approach me--who still had to be the part of le mannequin. "It's a sign that you become healthier, Young Master, and I like that. But--"
"...but?"
Arta stood in front of me, pulling on the hem of the half-made outfit to the front. "But it'll be difficult for the seamstresses if we have to constantly alter the sizing."
"Oh, that's right..."
"So, I would need you to stay within your current weight until the wedding--can you do that?" Arta grasped my cheek and looked keenly into my eyes. She looked so stern that all I could do was nod wordlessly. "Good--Miss Bridesmaid!"
