Chapter 133: Her Husband Was a Prince.
Salviana chimed in with a nod. "Yes, make something that no one can forget. Bold, elegant, but comfortable."
Spur chuckled, bowing lightly. "You’ve given me quite the challenge, Your Grace. Rest assured, I’ll make you dresses that will leave everyone in awe. This may be my first work in the castle—and likely my last—but it will be unforgettable."
As Monica finished her measurements, she turned to Salviana with a grin. "You’re going to look amazing, Your Grace. I can’t wait to see the final pieces."
Salviana smiled warmly. "Thank you, Monica. I trust your work will shine just as much as your master’s."
With their notes and sketches complete, Spur and Monica packed their tools and prepared to leave. As they exited, Spur paused, turning back to Salviana. "You have a way of making any color or style radiant, Your Grace. Thank you for this opportunity."
Salviana inclined her head graciously. "And thank you for your dedication. I look forward to seeing your creations."
As the meeting concluded, Salviana escorted them to the door. "I look forward to seeing what you create," she said.
Spur bowed deeply. "You’ll not be disappointed, Your Grace."
As the pair left, Monica whispered to Spur, "She’s so kind! And sleeping dresses, imagine that! I’ve never—"
"Hush, Monica," Spur said with a chuckle. "We have much work to do, and I’ll need your best sketches for this task."
Inside the castle, Salviana turned to Jean with a sly smile. "Do you think they were scandalized?"