This time, it was a cloth made primarily from a silver net-like material, and Flora spun around the woman, draping her waist in the net and allowing it to flow down her gown before she put the flower on the woman's left hip and allowed it to stick there.
Flora then grabbed a beautiful veil from the side and draped it over the woman's head gently, and the woman smiled as she saw herself in the mirror.
While before the dress had been modest and very unassuming, now it was more bold and eye-catching. There was a simplicity to it that allowed the woman's beauty to shine while also giving the dress its own personality.
It was perfect.
"Thank you, Madam Flora."
The tailor waved the thanks away.
"Please, I should be thanking you. To think I could make a dress for the famous Griselda. Many men will cry themselves to sleep when your wedding is announced."
Azrael hummed internally.
No wonder she seemed so familiar!
