Izaak examined the three dresses he had urgently ordered from the seamstress the previous day. Each dress was exquisitely crafted, which showed the seamstress's skill despite the rush.
Zerah carefully folded and wrapped them in fine silk cloth after Izaak approved them.
"Whom does Prince Izaak wish to give these dresses?" Zerah inquired with a curious gaze. He wondered if the prince started seeing someone again.
"Someone," Izaak replied, his tone deliberately vague. He rose from his seat and approached Zerah. "Did you pack them securely?"
"Yes, I ensured they are well-protected," Zerah confirmed. "Shall I place them in the carriage now?" he asked, ready to execute the next task.
"Yes. And also put a fruit basket and other edible items in the carriage," Izaak instructed him.
