Milena stared at herself once more in the mirror, spinning on herself.
"I am not done!" Protested Yasina with a frown.
"If you aren't done very soon, I will really be late."
"Just a minute, and then I promise I am done!"
Next to them, on the little sofa, Clorence and Prudence had been observing the scene for a while, though they were both ready, and getting a bit concerned as well.
The young Baroness de Cictrin had barged in a couple of hours prior, with several suitcases, a personal maid, and an impressive armada of young assistants. Milena hadn't contacted the lady at all, but her friend had apparently invited herself into the Royal Castle, brandishing the Duchess' name as her invitation, and made her way to the young Duchess' apartments. The black silk dress was an exclusive d
