Sublime

wearing a memory. Silky blue with white lace, the gown was tight at the waist and through the bust, but had a large, flowing lower half. The numerous skirts made it flare out in a triangular shape, her feet completely covered, the hem of the skirt flush with the floor.

“You might want to keep that. It wasn’t intended to be simply functional.” Vin looked down at the handkerchief. When a nobleman wants to court a lady seriously, he gives her a handkerchief. “Oh!” she said, pulling the handkerchief back. “Thank you.”