The palace was alive with activity.
Beatrice hadn't thought much about it at first. Servants coming and going, courtiers bustling about, but when she arrived at the queen's private parlor and saw the sea of fabrics, embroidery samples, and sketches laid out across the room, she immediately turned to leave.
Unfortunately, Lila spotted her before she could escape.
"Absolutely not," the princess said, grabbing Beatrice's arm and dragging her inside. "You're already here. You're participating."
Beatrice sighed, resigning herself to her fate as she took in the scene.
Queen Cecile sat gracefully on a cushioned chair, watching with mild amusement as seamstresses presented their latest designs. Johanna stood beside her, eyes bright with interest, while Lila was already flipping through fabric swatches with all the enthusiasm of a general preparing for battle.
"I don't recall signing up for this," she muttered, glancing at the fabrics.
