Chapter 15: The Dress

“Silk, satin, lace— oh yes! You MUST have lace, taffeta, chiffon, charmeuse, organza, tulle so much tulle! Oh we can do so much with what I’ve holed away all these years my girl!” Agatha gushed.

We are tucked away in the corner of the sewing room with sketches strewn about the table and floor. It’s overwhelming.

“Lace… ummmmm I—“

“Lace! Of course you will have lace! At least to cover your head for the temple ritual!” Agatha insisted.

“I just want something simple. Not too complicated. Elegant and…” I was searching for a delicate way to tone down Agatha’s enthusiasm.

“Oh you will be ELEGANT! Ravishing! Demure! You will be the talk of the moon ceremony. Nothing but the best for the Alpha’s daughter!” Agatha jubilantly decreed.

Agatha has been at this estate as long as I remember. She served my father’s household before Osiris. She became a mother figure to me when he passed away.

The next hour was filled with sketches of all sorts of dresses. Mermaid, trumpet, A-line,