The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path

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“…Okay.”

Inwardly, Radis could only say ‘I’m dead’ as she surrendered to the seamstress’ hands, her own arms stretched wide.

“Milady, you don’t have to worry!”

Coming from the most famous boutique in the south called 〈 Saffron 〉, a seamstress named Celia personally came to the mansion for a fitting.
She pulled the tape measure tightly and spoke.

“This Celia will measure the Lady perfectly!”

“It’s fine if it’s not perfect…”

“No no, it will be the basic foundation of the dress’ production, so the Lady’s body must be measured perfectly to understand your strengths and weaknesses! I won’t allow any errors, even a hairsbreadth of it!”

Celia swung the tape measure like a whip and flitted around Radis with it, on her neck, her shoulder width, her forearm length, bust, waist, buttocks, legs and feet.

Changing her posture as Celia would instruct her to, Radis thought that it would be more efficient if they made her float or something.

After a while, the measurements were finally done and Celia took out a catalogue with fabric samples.

“Is there any color that you’d prefer for your dress?”

“…As long as it’s not pink…”

Then from behind the screen as though waiting impatiently for that moment, Yves Russell jumped to his feet and shouted.

“Silver, purple!”

“I understand, Your Excellency!”

Celia turned the thick pages of the catalogue.

Then, she stopped at a page where silver and purple fabric samples could be seen.

“The Lady’s skin tone is a little on the tan side, so I think it’s better to avoid too bright of a shade of silver.”

“It depends on the color.”

Marquis Russell walked over and took a closer look at the page where the samples were attached.

Then, he took out a patch of silver, which looked just like the color of Prince Olivier’s hair, and a patch of purple, which was the same color as the prince’s eyes.

Yves Russell asked Celia in a challenging tone.

“Can you do this? It doesn’t matter how much it’ll cost.”

“Of course!”

Radis was just dumbfounded by the color selection.

‘You’re the one who only wears black clothes…’

Then, the marquis approached her, then placed the fabric sample over her nape.

She could feel the gentle touch of the back of his hand grazing atop the hair on her neck.

‘It tickles.’

Not used to being in contact with another person, Radis flinched and shuddered.

She fixed her gaze at a faraway spot and tried to think of other things.

‘When I leave the marquisate, I’ll definitely buy wool mattresses and feathered duvets.
I want to take Brendon, too, but maybe that’s not possible? If it’s the marquisate’s chef, who has a lot of pride in having been employed by the Russell’s for generations…! T-Then I can eat as much as I can before I leave…!’