Arella took a deep breath, willing herself to calm the swirling emotions within her. She turned toward Velmoria, who was doing an impressive job of appearing nonchalant despite the sexual tension that hung heavy in the room.
"Well," Arella said, her voice clear and regal, "it seems I'll have to give this some serious thought. Each dress is stunning, and you can all see that your king can't seem to make a decision either. You've all outdone yourselves." She glanced briefly at the designers, each of them trying—and failing—to conceal their relief.
Even Melasva allowed a small smile to flicker across her face before quickly bowing her head, trying to draw as little attention to herself as she could.
"Well. You do not have to choose just one." King Varziel spoke up. "You can do as you wish. Even if it is wearing all three dresses. There are several points in the coronation ceremony that you can wear all three."
