"I said that I will, but what am I going to wear?" Violet looked into the empty wardrobe, contemplating what she could do about her lack of attire.
She told Cassiel she would take care of the problems easily and send him away after breakfast since he had a tight schedule but forgot about her afternoon plan. Now that he was away, it was impossible to ask for his help.
"No, even if he was here, what could he possibly do…?" This world only had confections for the servants' clothes, and nobles always had fitting dresses for special occasions. Something like this would take weeks to make, not overnight.
