Avelina scrunched her face.
"That was two months ago. I can't possibly be the same!" She rolled her eyes, annoyed. She swore she could have collapsed if she hadn't escaped from Lara's vicious grip on the threads.
Mrs. Lara clutched her chest, surprised. "You have added quite the weight, my lady."
"Mhm, I have." Avelina nodded. "My husband, unfortunately, feeds me a bit too much, I can't resist." She chuckled, amused.
"What do we do about this?" Mrs. Lara asked. "I cannot possibly sew you a brand new fine dress in two hours. That is impossible."
Avelina softly exhaled.
"That is alright. My husband already bought me a dress. Besides, he does not want me to wear this, so it is useless. He has the perfect dress for me." She smirked.
Natasha frowned. "What do you mean, "he does not want you to wear this?" Do you want to look different from us or what?"
