There was a lot of swirling and twirling in that beautiful dress. Arabella wasn't allowed to take it off. Not by Mr Kallum, but by the swarm of girls that had grouped around her, chirping and cooing with little stars in their eyes.
Mr Kallum retreated and sat at a safe distance away from that hen house and watched, only distracted from time to time by the munching sounds that Remus made while cramming the cooked meat in his mouth.
"So?" Abigail simpered, hands clasped together against her own chest, "What will it be? Will you have this same exact model, or do you want modifications on it?"
"There are some minor changes that I'd like done here and there," Arabella pinched at the skirt of the gown and inspected more of it as if she hadn't seen it all, "The silk this dress was made with is great, but I think I want a different one," there was that distant, yet serene look on her at those words.
