Sonja could already feel a headache forming, she is reminded of why she never regretted being born outside of nobility and royalty. All the curtsying, M'Lady's, were slowly grating on her nerves. Dropping her arms loosely to her side, Sonja turned to face the seamstress, and to eye the rich fabric on the bench.<br/><br/>"Please, its simply Sonja..I have no noble blood in me." She speaks as she steps closer to the older woman, one hand fingering the collar around her neck still. "You got my measurements from my old clothes? Can I trouble you to send them up to me?" She tried to keep a civil, even genteel tone to her voice though she was raised as a Rebel's daughter and not a Count's.