Capítulo 172: A woman's cross

In the soft light of Jasmine's chamber, she stood beside her mother, Rosalind, both watching as the royal tailors presented the finished work with quiet anticipation. The gown, draped elegantly over a mannequin, was a rich, regal purple that shimmered faintly under the glow of the candles. Silver embroidery flowed across the fabric, delicate waves curling and weaving from the neckline down to the waist, giving the dress an ethereal, fluid appearance. As the eye followed the embroidery to the hem, the silver waves broke into short, sharp lines, accentuating the elegance of the gown with a subtle edge.

The royal tailors moved with precision and care as they presented their finished work, revealing the gown with an air of quiet pride.