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.

figure would change. After all, Kidhnian gowns were figure-hugging and had to fit just right. Hestia explained, "I know the owner of this place, which was why I got to cut the

shocked. "This

As long as you like

the collar. Every intricate

"Aunt Hestia, I'm going to go and try

"Okay."

effects were extraordinary. Grace had a gorgeous figure, with just the right curves and a tiny waist. Her skin was

especially for her, it fit her perfectly. It made her seem

gentle. "Does

even tears in her eyes. "I wish your

to her quickly

she

sound of a cup smashing in the

in a shrill voice, "Why isn't it done

tailor was at a loss.

youn order to maintain the quality of our products, we can't

know who I am? Can't you put in more hours to make

woman sounded young, but she was arrogant

tailor spoke abruptly. "I'm sorry, then.

way? Don't

it is. We have our bottom