Lady Roseheart's estate made the academy look like a peasant's hovel.
Aegis stood in the center of what was apparently the "casual fitting room," watching three seamstresses circle her with measuring tapes and fabric swatches. The room alone was bigger than her entire childhood home—not that she'd ever actually lived there, given the whole made-up backstory situation.
"The midnight blue brings out your eyes," Lady Roseheart said, holding up a piece of silk that probably cost more than Aegis's scholarship. "But the deep purple makes a statement."
"I was thinking of just wearing my uniform."
Lady Roseheart looked at her like she'd suggested attending naked. Although given Aegis's reputation, that might have been less shocking.
"Absolutely not. The Crystal Masquerade is the social event of the winter season. You'll wear something spectacular or I'll have you barred from entry myself."
"That seems excessive."
"Fashion is never excessive, dear. Arms up."
