"Lady Mirabella, may I know what your preferences are?" Briseth asked politely, her voice as smooth as the silk she handled. "It will be easier for me to present selections that align with your taste."
Seated on the divan opposite to Lady Amarisse and Senara, Mirabella felt as though she was sitting on the top of pins and needles. Ever since the incident involving Pipo, Senara had shed her mask of civility, her cold animosity was now as clear as the cloudless sky.
As for Amarisse, one didn't need a brain to guess that the woman likely dreamed of seeing her head rolling off a guillotine.
Ignoring their hostile gazes, Mirabella turned to look at Briseth's and replied calmly, "Something light and breathable. Easy to move in."
Briseth raised a brow inwardly, clearly amused by her words. Among the women who squeezed themselves breathless behind the corset to appear dainty and elegant, here stood one who dared to prioritize comfort.
