"Miss Rosewine!"

The shock of what Vela was insinuating with this was enough to shock Betsy right back into formality. Which was a testament to how well her mother had taught her to mind her manners around the nobility honestly.

"Are you suggesting that I might acquire some of that dress material to make my own gown?"

The girl was doing her best to sound professional, all but steeling herself to have misunderstood. Though Vela would be able to tell by the shine of hope in the younger woman's eye that such an offer would result in more squealing and possibly a hug.