The next week was exhausting.
Zelie had every dressmaker in the whole country bringing gowns to The Palace for her to try on, the majority of which she rejected outright.
She, however, remembered after two days had passed that her sister, Sola, was exactly the same size as she was.
From then on it was Sola who tried on the gowns and Sola who fitted those that were altered or changed for her sister.
Sola naturally found that she now had very little time left to herself.
She had said to Zelie after they had started the frantic search for the right clothes,
“I do think, my dearest, that it would be sensible if you learnt Arramian. It is quite an easy language and, Arramia being near to Greece, there are a large number of Greek words in it as well as Albanian.”
“I do not see that that
