Chapter 182: People at Bramsfield
When Emily entered the vast inner room, her eyes immediately fell on a collection of small square boxes containing various fabrics sourced from different places, which hung like portraits on one side of the deep orange wall. Brightly-lit lanterns illuminated the room to compensate for the absence of windows. Within this space, mannequins stood draped in fabrics, pinned in a manner that suggested they were awaiting the final stages of stitching.
"These are the ones that we currently have," the female assistant informed her while placing two gowns on the table.
It seemed that the Storm Kingdom did indeed offer a variety of colours, and it was just that most of the people she had encountered so far opted to wear dull-looking clothes, as if to match the weather, Emily thought to herself. Her gaze shifted from a bright golden yellow gown to a rich, deep red one. It was truly a beautiful shade of red, she noted in her mind.
"It appears that the lady isn’t pleased with the last of our gowns," Mr. Hatt remarked upon entering the room with Raylen. While Raylen took a seat on a couch, the tailor approached her and commented, "Not that I would dispute her judgement, as these are the ones that have been passed over."
"No, I think they are quite lovely, Mr. Hatt," Emily said quickly.
"In my opinion, I think the red colour complements you well," Mr. Hatt remarked as he lifted the gown and continued, "It is made from velvet, which will keep you warm. I wonder how this one got left behind; it probably got tucked away somewhere in the cupboard."
Emily politely asked him, "Do you happen to have something lighter? Something more subdued, and not in the shade of yellow."
Although her garments from Versailles were made from equally expensive fabrics such as those worn by the people she had observed on the streets earlier, they were designed differently than those found in the Storm Kingdom.
"Subdued, you say," Mr. Hatt hummed with a contemplative expression. "There is an incomplete one that hasn’t been finished yet." He then turned to his assistant and instructed, "Go fetch Althea from my room."
"Yes, Mr. Hatt," the female assistant replied before exiting the space. She returned to the room carrying a mannequin, and it was at this moment that Emily’s eyes fell on a muted pastel light blue gown with a beige inner lining and translucent full sleeves, which were yet to be attached.
Mr. Hatt stated, "I have been working on this for two months as a side project. When exposed to light, it takes on a silvery sheen, and it is embroidered with gold thread. However, it still requires stitching and some finishing touches."