"She is ready, and we have several dresses being made for the little one too." There were a couple of stacks of boxes (3 each) of dresses that were made for others who were of similar size to her and not paid for that Karen had smartly gotten them a discount on since they were spending a good sum of money on the wedding gown alone. The flower girl dress would match of course, it would be a miniature and pink version of Karen's selection of ivory lace.

She came out in a peacock blue colored skirt and a white silk blouse complete with cameo broach at her throat, a lovely hat pinned at an angle on perfectly coifed brown hair. She had a pair of kid gloves and a parasol that matched the look and the seamstress sent her minions to stack boxes where necessary.

"Hello," she murmured before giving a turn.