The late afternoon light spilled into the drawing room, highlighting the ornate details of the Astoria estate. Thalia sat quietly on the edge of a chaise . Beside her, Lady Elira maintained her usual composed demeanor, though her gaze softened as she conversed with their guest.
Lady Collet Charis was a vision of elegance, her lilac hair styled into a loose braid that cascaded over one shoulder, and her soft blue eyes holding a calm, almost serene warmth. She wore a pale lavender gown with subtle silver embroidery, perfectly tailored but clearly restrictive as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"It's been far too long, Elira," Collet said, her tone light and familiar. "You never visit anymore. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten me.
"You should visit the Charis estate more often. The season's fashions are exceptional, and we've just opened a new boutique in the capital. You'd love it."
Elira allowed a rare smile to grace her lips. "You know I don't enjoy leaving the estate. And you've always been better at...socializing."
Collet laughed softly. "True, but even I tire of endless soirées and business meetings. Honestly, I came to see if you needed anything. You've always been too proud to ask, but you know I'm here to help if you need it."
Elira hesitated, a flicker of something unreadable passing over her face. "Your kindness is appreciated, Collet. But you know me—I'd rather manage things on my own."
Collet's eyes softened further, her lilac hair catching the light as she tilted her head. "That's exactly what I expected you to say. But I'll say it again: don't hesitate if you need anything. You're family to me, Elira."
Thalia watched the exchange with quiet curiosity. She hadn't known her stepmother had such a close friend. It was an odd dynamic—Lady Elira so reserved and stoic, while Collet exuded warmth and grace.
As their conversation continued, Thalia's gaze lingered on Collet. The Charis family had built their empire on fashion, and as Thalia observed the intricate details of Collet's gown and the way she adjusted it, an idea began to form in her mind.
The dresses of this world were undeniably beautiful, but they were impractical—tight corsets, heavy skirts, and layers of embellishments made them restrictive and uncomfortable. Modern dresses could be lighter, more breathable, and still elegant.
In her previous life as Aria, she had seen countless styles that prioritized both comfort and style. She envisioned flowing fabrics, delicate embroidery, and simple yet flattering cuts that would allow women to move freely without sacrificing grace. Her mind raced with ideas: dresses that could transition from casual wear to formal occasions, designs inspired by nature, and colors that complemented all seasons.
This could be the answer, Thalia thought. If I modernize these designs, the Astoria family could enter the fashion market with something no one else has seen before. And if Lady Collet supports it…
Her heart pounded with excitement as she turned her gaze back to Collet, who was tugging at the edge of her corset again.
"Lady Collet," Thalia said gently, her voice breaking into the conversation. "Forgive me, but I couldn't help but notice—your gown seems a bit... restrictive. Does it make you uncomfortable?"
Collet blinked, surprised, before letting out a light laugh. "A sharp eye, my dear. Yes, it's a bit snug. But beauty often requires sacrifice, doesn't it?"
Thalia shook her head, her crimson eyes glinting with determination. "What if it didn't have to? I've been thinking about designs that could combine elegance and comfort—dresses that are as beautiful as they are practical."
Collet raised a lilac brow, intrigued. "That's an interesting idea. Do elaborate."
Even Lady Elira looked at Thalia with a flicker of interest.
Thalia hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts, before standing and retrieving her sketchbook. She flipped to a blank page and began sketching, her brush moving swiftly across the paper.
The design that emerged was a dress unlike the stiff, traditional gowns worn by society. It featured flowing, lightweight fabric adorned with delicate floral embroidery. The bodice was structured but not constricting, designed without a corset, and the skirt was airy and graceful, allowing freedom of movement. It was a perfect blend of beauty and practicality.
When she finished, she held up the sketch for Collet and Elira to see.
"This is what I had in mind," Thalia said, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest.
Collet's soft blue eyes widened as she leaned closer. "Oh, Thalia, this is brilliant! It's fresh, modern, and so elegant. The floral detail is exquisite, and the idea of a comfortable fit… This could revolutionize fashion!"
Elira studied the sketch, her expression contemplative but impressed. "It's certainly unique. I didn't know you had such an eye for design."
Encouraged by their reactions, Thalia continued, "I think this could be a way to help the Astoria family. If we produce dresses like this, we could carve out a niche in the market. And with Lady Collet's expertise and connections, we might even collaborate with the Charis family."
Collet smiled warmly, her lilac hair catching the sunlight as she tilted her head. "A collaboration… I like the sound of that. Fashion thrives on innovation, and this could set a new trend. If you're serious about this, Thalia, I'd be delighted to help you bring these designs to life."
Thalia felt a surge of confidence. "I am serious. Thank you, Lady Collet."
Elira nodded slowly, her voice thoughtful. "If this works, it could indeed be the turning point we've been waiting for."
Collet reached out to pat Thalia's hand gently. "Then let's make it happen. After all, fashion is more than just clothing—it's a statement. And I believe you've just created one that could change everything."
As the conversation shifted to logistics, Thalia's mind buzzed with possibilities. For the first time, she felt the spark of hope—not just for the Astoria family, but for herself.