The maids were not giving up. Lady Iryne had given them a deadline to make Sigrid decide on a dress so that nobody in the family clashed by wearing a similar outfit.
"A beautiful red silk gown that billows magically." Lama said in a honeyed voice.
Sigrid smiled as she pictured it.
"Made entirely of apple skins." Lama finished in a small voice.
And the smile on Sigrid's face withered.
Lama had yet to notice as she was lost in the vision and she added, "It will have a belt around the waist and when you twirl it will release cinnamon scented sparkles."
"Fruit salad!" Sigrid's sarcasm didn't sparkle, it smoldered. "You want me, the crown princess to go to a ball dressed as fruit salad!"
Lama turned the page quickly after noting the sourness in Sigrid's tone. "I too thought it was a terrible idea but I promised the tailors that I would share all their ideas with you.
