“The color of her blood was the least of my worries…”
The color of her dress did matter. The world media would be following this event, and every little detail would be analysed. Last week, there was speculation about her wearing a recycled dress with button sewed on the sleeves. I couldn’t risk it again. It had to suit her subdued style, and yet, look different on every occasion.
The little one was also growing up to be individualistic, and wanted something different from what her ancestors wore.
It is not easy being a couturier to the world’s most-clicked family.
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