In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

"It's me," Hestia answered.

She took Grace's hand and comforted her. "Don't be angry. Look at the gift I brought you."

"Gift?"

They were at a bespoke tailor shop, and it wasn't very big.

There were a few old tailors inside, both male and female, and they were all focused intently on stitching the swathes of fabulous cloth in their hands.

Grace looked at the display case in surprise. "A Kidhnian gown?"

"I don't think I've ever seen you wear one. It's almost time for the New Year, so I wanted to make things more festive for you."

After all, they were Kidhnian. These things were important to them.

One of the tailors teased, "This was ordered two months ago. You're very lucky, young lady."

Grace's eyes widened. "I read a news article about you when I was studying fashion design!"

The tailors at this shop were protectors of cultural heritage, so they took every stitch seriously.

Their specialty was custom-made Kidhnian gowns for the elite. Even the ordinary rich couldn't even get one foot in the door.

Despite this, the waiting list was three years long.

ordering one, but the wait was so long that she was afraid that her figure would change. After all, Kidhnian gowns were figure-hugging and

was shocked. "This is

long as you

ivory white gown with fur at the collar. Every intricate pattern

Grace blurted. "Aunt Hestia, I'm going to go

"Okay."

figure, with just the right curves and a tiny waist. Her skin was pale and

her, it fit her perfectly.

expression was gentle. "Does it

nodded vigorously. There were even tears in her eyes. "I wish your parents could see how much their little girl has

quickly and wiped her tears

move she made

of a cup

"Why isn't

tailor was at a

youn order to maintain the quality of our products, we can't just rush it. We already agreed that

it take two months to make this? I think you're just inflating the price. Do you know who I am? Can't you put

but

spoke abruptly. "I'm sorry, then. We can

Don't forget that

it is.