#6. The Requirements of a Lady (6)

“Well, all done, my lady. Is anything uncomfortable when you move?”

Her pale-yellow eyebrows, the same color as her hair, furrowed slightly above her sky-blue eyes.

Partly because that tailor was clinging to her with far too much kindness.

And partly because, even without a corset, the dress’s shape squeezed her waist so tightly that it was uncomfortable.

Despite Eleonore’s expression, the woman who had fitted the dress to her body simply gazed at the platinum-blonde beauty she had created in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.

“Ah… Um, this is awfully tight around the waist.”

Eleonore stumbled over her words.

“Oh, in that case, I’ll move the pins back a little. Nothing else is uncomfortable, is it?”

“My chest, too, a little… And this dress is cut much too low—”

“Oh, my lady! This is perfectly standard these days. I’m sure Madam will say it looks fine, too. It’ll feel different once you see yourself in the full-length mirror. Now, let me adjust the waist first.”...