As we wandered from market to market, indulging in bouts of window shopping and exploring the myriad of stalls that lined the bustling streets, Alice's eyes sparkled with excitement at the array of dresses on display. Her jaw dropped in disbelief at the unbelievably low prices, a stark contrast to the exorbitant costs of palace attire.
"Come on, Elara," she urged, her voice tinged with enthusiasm as she twirled in front of the mirror, a new dress draped elegantly over her frame. "I'm sure you can get a custom-made one with your new material."
Her words sparked a flicker of inspiration within me, prompting me to consider the possibilities that lay within the folds of fabric nestled in my bag. Turning to the shopkeeper, I handed her the material, a sense of curiosity dancing in my eyes.
"I'm not sure what you can make with this," I admitted, my gaze lingering on the intricate patterns woven into the cloth.
The shopkeeper's weathered hands reached out to grasp the fabric, her eyes alight with curiosity as she examined its texture and quality. A knowing smile played at her lips as she pondered its potential, her mind already racing with ideas.
"Hmm, I can use this to make you a dress, my dear," she declared, her voice brimming with confidence. "In fact, I believe I have a design in the back that would be perfect. A young woman left it behind, intending to use it for her wedding, but she never returned to claim it."
With a sense of anticipation, I watched as the shopkeeper disappeared into the depths of the store, disappearing behind a curtain that concealed the hidden treasures of her workshop. Meanwhile, Alice's reflection in the mirror mirrored my own curiosity, her brows furrowed in thought.
"Isn't it bad luck to take somebody's wedding dress?" I mused aloud, a hint of uncertainty colouring my words.
Alice shrugged nonchalantly, her gaze fixed on her reflection as she adjusted the neckline of the dress. "Who knows?" she replied with a playful grin. "Besides, it's not like it's the real thing. And who knows, maybe it'll bring you some luck of your own."
As we waited for the shopkeeper to return with the dress, Alice and I engaged in a lively conversation, our voices filling the quaint little shop with warmth and laughter.
"So, any plans for the rest of your time off?" Alice inquired, her eyes alight with curiosity.
I paused for a moment, contemplating the question. "Not particularly," I admitted with a shrug. "I suppose I'll just enjoy the break from palace life. Maybe spend some time exploring more of Trost."
Alice nodded in understanding, a mischievous twinkle dancing in her eyes. "Well, you know where to find me if you need a partner in crime," she teased, nudging me playfully.
I couldn't help but laugh at her words, grateful for her friendship and the spontaneity she brought into my life. "Absolutely," I replied, returning her playful gesture. "It's always an adventure with you around."
Just then, the shopkeeper emerged from the back room, a bundle of fabric cradled in her arms. With a warm smile, she approached us, presenting the dress with a flourish.
"Here we are, my dears," she announced, her eyes sparkling with pride. "I've made a few alterations to fit you perfectly. I hope you like it."
My heart skipped a beat as I laid eyes on the dress, marvelling at the craftsmanship and attention to detail. It was exquisite, far beyond anything I could have imagined.
"It's beautiful," I breathed, reaching out to touch the delicate fabric with reverence. "Thank you so much."
The shopkeeper beamed at my reaction, her satisfaction evident in the crinkle of her eyes. "It was my pleasure, dear," she replied warmly. "Now, go on, try it on. I want to see how it looks on you."