As the final adjustments to the dress were made, the employee turned to us with a respectful bow. "Your gown will be ready in two days, Your Majesty," he said, his voice carrying the pride of a craftsman who had just completed a masterpiece. "We are honored to have crafted such a unique piece for you."
Zephara nodded, her eyes reflecting the boutique's golden light. "Very well. Ensure that it is as perfect as the vision we have beheld today."
With that, we stepped out of the boutique, the door closing behind us with a soft click. The air outside was crisp, the sky a canvas of twilight hues. We walked side by side, the cobblestone streets leading us to the vibrant market square.
The fruit vendor's stall was a riot of colors and scents. Zephara's hand brushed mine as she reached for a plump, ripe peach, its skin blushing like the first light of dawn. "For you," she said, her voice a gentle murmur.
