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Esme was making her way back to the palace when she ran into the royal seamstress who had just arrived. The seamstress, who was a stout woman with a kind face, lowered her head in a polite bow as Esme approached, and she smiled at her before offering her greetings.
A maid, who had stepped forward to usher the seamstress into the palace, noticed Esme and said, "Milady, it's time for you to pick your wedding dress." Her tone was polite, and Esme's gaze became riveted on the maid and the seamstress. Her stomach did a nervous flip as she struggled to process the reminder of her impending nuptials.
"My wedding dress?" She asked for confirmation, and the seamstress nodded.