Magdalene was with lady Anastasia and two other servants in a small dressing room as they helped her into a pure white wedding dress. After a lot of, tieing, pulling and fastening the dress finally fitted. Magdalene walked out of the room in the long train of dress and veil. The people's eyes popped out in love and admiration.
"Lord Lucas really got the measurements right" The tailor man exclaimed and Magdalene blushed. The others too coughed and cleared their throats at his blunt statement.
"The sleeves are a little too long and will need a little adjustment, the rest is perfect milady. Is there something you'll want to alter" He asked. Magdalene looked at the dress she was wearing and saw that it was perfect, the bodice was really tight and the laces were quite much, but she knew better than to complain because most wedding dresses worn by other brides were far more uncomfortable than this.