Bethonia made her way into the dressmaker’s chambers after waving off the Priest of the Mist. She grumbled as she walked up to the dressmaker waiting to be fitted and dressed. She would be dressed in a silver dress that would fit her form good, showing off her curves. She grumbled the whole time she was being fitted about having to be dressed up.<br/><br/>Once she was finished with being dressed, and fitted with heels and make up, she made her way down to the dance hall to where the ceremony was being held. She spotted the princess with another lady in a corner, a blush coming across her face. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything, if I did, M’lady.”  She spoke softly, bowing her head. Once she straightened back up, she headed into the dancing  hall, where people were dancing and music was blaring.<br/>(Sorry for it being so short, next one will be more.)<br/>