Back in the market, Eloise stood still as Beatrice stuck pins into the dress so it would fit her body and not fall when she made the reveal to Damien.
"It is a little big, but I can have it fixed to your size in no time. Do you like it?" Beatrice asked, sneaking a glance at the mirror to get Eloise's reaction. "Your breasts fit perfectly. Do not hide them," she said after Eloise covered her chest.
"Was I too crude?"
"No, just a little too comfortable. It is a beautiful dress," Eloise said, slowly lowering her hands to get a good look. "But it is a little too exposed. I don't want anyone to think I am a harlot."
"I didn't make it with a lady of your status in mind. I do have some material left to hide more of your skin, but just a little. You're not a nun. Oh!" Beatrice clapped her hands. "What if I get more to make you a coat so you can hide your dress until your name is announced?"
"Wouldn't that be a little bit too dramatic?"
