The seamstress team arrived with an impressive entourage, wheeling in racks upon racks of fabric, each one more luxurious and glittering than the last.
Sequins, silks, and velvets shimmered under the chandeliers, and I could swear one of the rolls of fabric was humming with some sort of enchantment.
"Isn't this a bit much?" I asked, eyeing the spectacle with a mix of amusement and dread.
The twins were already showing far too much interest in the shiny materials, Rhiannon trying to crawl toward a sparkling golden fabric while Rowena batted at a feathered trim.
"It's perfect," Seraphine countered, her enthusiasm almost childlike as she dove into the selection, holding up a deep crimson fabric with golden embroidery. "Look at this one, Riley! Doesn't it scream *royalty*?"
"It screams expensive," I muttered, pulling Rowena back before she could chew on the corner of the fabric.
