And very much breakable

Amelie

Raphael wasn’t joking when he said Mrs Wallace could be a handful, she’d have surely run over me if I haven’t kindly but firmly reminded her that it’s me who will decide what I want to wear at the ball which will be held for me and my husband— the Duke. I wasn’t proud of it, but she was getting on my nerves. And thankfully after that she had been nothing but cordial, she even gave me a smile at one point which I thought was rare for her considering it didn’t sit well on her harsh face. But besides all that there was no doubt about her talent, each dress she showed me was nothing but beautiful.
I especially liked the one that was blood red with black threads woven through the sheer fabric. It was an A-line gown with low neckline, something one would we……