“Half an inch larger? What are you planning, Lady De Crescent, attending every tea party and eating like a pig until the new year?” Chuckled Yasina.
Milena shook her head, frowning a bit while massaging her waist.
“No, Yasina. But my corsets are on the thicker side, and to speak honestly, I would rather breathe than suffocate for a half-an-inch smaller waist…”
Her friend nodded with a little laugh, handing back her meter and notes to one of her young attendants behind her. Then, she helped Milena get down from the little stool.
They were at the De Cictrin’s family clothing shop on Main Street, in one of the private rooms meant for noble ladies who came shopping. Milena had decided to stop by on a whim, as she knew her friend would be working and happy to receive her.
“All right the
