Cairis followed obligingly. After her apology was refuted with silence, she simply walked alongside the man, in her own silence. What on earth was she going to do to show Banard that she was not a vulgar little trouble maker, like he thought? She pulled a face at the memory of giving him a piece of her mind. That is why she'd always tried to hold her temper. Because temper never got you anywhere. Although, she couldn't help but admit that, after 20 years of being quiet and demure, it had felt good to finally let someone know what the thought of them.
As it turned out, she didn't have to really talk to Marznchantz at all. The tall man fussed over Benard, who still looked none the pleased. Even moreso when the words 'lovely young lady' left his mouth. Cai just raised an eyebrow at that, before her attention was captured once more by the dressmaker.
"Oh, how beautiful you are my dear!" Cairis blushed, shaking her head just a little. How could he say that! But as he continued with the theatrics, she lightened up, and gave a half smile. She almost laughed out loud at the thought of Raif going weak at the knees, over her. Such a silly thought.
But then she was being buzzed around. "Hold you arms out please. Arms up. Arms down. Turn around. Mmmhmm... that's right." Cai couldn't help but feel a little self conscious as the man's arms went around her little waist, but it was all done in such a professional manner, her discomfort disapaited quickly. She even began to enjoy herself.
The colours and fabrics in the shop were incredible. As the tailor hemmed and hawed over her measurements, her eyes drank in as much of the finery as possible. She'd never seen such beauty. She'd never needed anything like this. For a moment a sad shadow passed over her face. She didn't belong here. Maybe she was trouble, and whatever else Benard thought of her.
Her melancholy was interrupted by a happy clap of hands. "That's it. I have the perfect gown. Come, come." Marznchantz took her by the hands, and flitted about the shop, until he found what he was looking for. As he pulled it from the rack, a little gasp escaped her. The dress was exquisite. Marznchantz continued to bustle around her, leading her to the back of the shop, where a small room awaited.
As she changed from her sorry clothes, into the finery she felt more than a little scared. What if she tripped? What if it looked horrible? What if Raif didn't like it. She didn't allow herself to look at the dress she was wearing, instead, she left the room for Benard's opinion.
"Sir?" Her voice was hesitant.
The gown was pale rose in colour, giving her skin a creamy tone. It was silk that hugged her body, uncomplicated by any embroidery. It was fitted so her tiny waist was on display, as were her bare shoulders and tall ivory neck. The neckline was simple, and dipped to give just a hint of clevage. The sleeves were long, flaring out over her hands. The skirt too, was simple, and flared out over Cairis' hips like a tulip flower, and only here was there any specific detail - on the hip, was a small fabric rose, slightly darker in shade than the rest of the dress. And from this rose, two chiffon ribbons reaching the full length of the dress, and a triangular panel of deep pink fabric adding contrast. The skirt fell to the ground like a puddle.
"Benard? Do you think this is okay?"