Thankfully, however, there were some fortunate individuals who were only after the playsets and had left the plushie market alone. While that didn't guarantee success for everyone else, with scarcity looming so visibly, every available piece mattered. Especially when there were people in the competition who were capable of earning golden tickets daily.
Like one Imperial Crown Prince.
The same Crown Prince who happened to be the eternally lucky recipient of his wife's prototype plushie.
Yes. A prototype.
One that had been made by Luca's own hands, to the shock of everyone who learned about it.
Xavier could still remember the way his little wife spoke about sewing, almost casually. Luca had said it was something he was passable at. Necessary, even.
Growing up without much meant that clothes had to last. Buttons had to be reattached. Seams had to be mended. Torn pockets repaired.
