?Oh my God. What the fuck am I wearing?? Sofia muttered under her breath at her reflection in the full length mirror before her.
The seamstress looked up from the hem she was pinning in slack-jawed shock that was mirrored by the designer at her side. Nobody bothered to inform Sophie that it was a wedding dress as the question had an undeniably rhetorical ring to it. If a pin should have dropped from between the seamstress?s lips at that moment there was no denying that every one in the room could have heard it.
Katharine Rhovnik leaned back against the hard back of the bench she was seated on, exhaling heavily as she took in her cousin?s reflection. It wasn?t as if there was anything wrong with the dress. It was gorgeous. Strapless with a corseted bodice, the gown clung to curves that Kat did not even know Sophie had. Embellished Teobrec lace flared out past her hips into a full skirt. Lovely.
But absolutely not the Sofia Rhovnik that Kat knew. Then again the Sofia Rhovnik she knew was more likely to get married in full battledress than a tulle gown.
?Do you not like it, mademoiselle??
The concern on the designer?s face drew Kat to her feet and she broke into the conversation before Sophie could say something to make the situation worse. ?I fear, Madame Martin, that Sofia is just a bit overwhelmed at seeing herself in a wedding gown.?
Madame Martin looked ready to lose her lunch on the floor. Her voice was pained, her tone desperate. ?But this is a couture gown designed specifically for you, Miss Rhovnik. We were already on a short time line since you would not commit to a design. We do not have time to scrap it and start fresh.?
Kat gave a reassuring smile as she ushered Madame Martin and her assistant from the room. ?Perhaps you can give us a moment so that the bride can collect herself.?
When the door was shut behind them, Sophie turned to Kat while frowning down at the layers of fabric she was swathed in. ?I can?t do this, Kat.?
?Of course, you can. You?ll put that dress on -- or perhaps a slightly altered version of that dress -- and will walk down the aisle,? Kat reassured in a firm tone as she stepped forward to examine the lacework.
Sophie?s pale blue eyes settled on Kat imploringly until Kat could not help but lift her much darker gaze to meet the look. It was then that Kat realized the issue was bigger than she had initially thought. This was not just about a dress with too much tulle.
?Seriously. I was Sofia Fucking Rhovnik. I was the heir to one of the biggest and baddest old families. I was a force to be reckoned with and my reputation spoke for itself. What am I now? I?m not Rhovnik anymore. I?m a girl without a last name and now I?m going to be a baroness?? Sophie shook her head firmly, squaring her jaw as she lifted her eyes back to the image in the mirror. ?I?m not sure I can live such a boring life. I?m not the type of woman that can spend the rest of my life being followed around by guards while handing out citizenship awards to elementary school students.?
?Citizenship awards to elementary school students?? Kat repeated with disbelief as she took a step back, allowing the fabric of the dress to slip between her fingers. ?Are you serious? You can?t possibly think that is the type of baroness and wife Alain is expecting you to be. He knows full well who you are and what you bring to the marriage.?
Sophie sunk onto the bench more than likely creating wrinkles in the dress that would panic Madame Martin but Kat felt it an inopportune time to warn her of it. Instead, she watched as Sophie?s shoulders curved inward around her chest, causing her body to slump forward. Several years ago it would shock her to see Sophie having a crisis of heart.
?I know,? Sophie acknowledged with a distant nod. ?I just... I?m not sure I can do this. I?m not sure I can walk down the aisle of some cathedral in a fluffy dress with everyone and their brother watching. We said we were going to keep this small and simple and now every time we turn around there?s another adviser or councilor convincing us to complicate it further or invite more guests.?
With a soft exhale of laughter, Kat dropped down to a seat beside Sophie to lean in and nudge her with a shoulder. ?Sure you can. I?ve seen you do some pretty incredible things. I think you can suck it up and get through one torturous day.?
?Remember when the Blood Tribe of Nuevello captured me in the Desert of Fools and tried to torture me into revealing the secrets of that old box they had stolen? Had they known my fear of white puffy dresses they may have made me break,? Sophie joked lightly, nudging Kat back in kind.
When their laughter died, an easy silence fell. Connecting with Sophie was suddenly easier for Kat. Alain?s impact on her cousin had started the ball rolling but no longer being the heir to the Rhovniks had been the key. Sophie was no longer her employer, no longer her master. They were on more equal footing. Her walls were down and, for the first time, Kat began to see why Yaya had loved Sophie so dearly.
?Grandmother asked me to ask you if you and Alain were exchanging wedding gifts,? Kat said finally, breaking the silence that had left them each to their own thoughts while side-by-side on the bench. ?She said that it?s important to have something you can pass on. Perhaps a custom designed pair of cuff links??
Cuff links. What did a man like Alain need with yet another set of cuff links? Sophie drew the fabric of the dress up and stretched out her feet to admire the one piece of her wedding day attire that she actually was in love with -- a pair of designer heels covered in iridescent blue crystals. ?No. It needs to be something more practical.?
?Cuff links are pretty practical when you think about it,? Kat replied with a flash of a grin.
Sophie rose to her feet slowly, turning back to the mirror as she drew her hands down the fabric of the dress to smooth it out. A thoughtful smile slowly formed across her lips and she cut a glance over her shoulder at Kat. ?What do you think about King Aleik the Great?s ring??
Kat gave a laugh which died as she lifted her gaze to the reflection of Sophie?s eyes in the mirror. Sophie was serious. Her stomach rolled anxiously at the hint of trouble that the look threatened. ?I think it's just a legend,? Kat replied warily.
The smile that was turned on Kat as Sophie twisted to take in her cousin was full of the promise of trouble. ?Sometimes,? she stated slowly, ?history is written off as legends by those who do not wish you to know the truth.?
The seamstress looked up from the hem she was pinning in slack-jawed shock that was mirrored by the designer at her side. Nobody bothered to inform Sophie that it was a wedding dress as the question had an undeniably rhetorical ring to it. If a pin should have dropped from between the seamstress?s lips at that moment there was no denying that every one in the room could have heard it.
Katharine Rhovnik leaned back against the hard back of the bench she was seated on, exhaling heavily as she took in her cousin?s reflection. It wasn?t as if there was anything wrong with the dress. It was gorgeous. Strapless with a corseted bodice, the gown clung to curves that Kat did not even know Sophie had. Embellished Teobrec lace flared out past her hips into a full skirt. Lovely.
But absolutely not the Sofia Rhovnik that Kat knew. Then again the Sofia Rhovnik she knew was more likely to get married in full battledress than a tulle gown.
?Do you not like it, mademoiselle??
The concern on the designer?s face drew Kat to her feet and she broke into the conversation before Sophie could say something to make the situation worse. ?I fear, Madame Martin, that Sofia is just a bit overwhelmed at seeing herself in a wedding gown.?
Madame Martin looked ready to lose her lunch on the floor. Her voice was pained, her tone desperate. ?But this is a couture gown designed specifically for you, Miss Rhovnik. We were already on a short time line since you would not commit to a design. We do not have time to scrap it and start fresh.?
Kat gave a reassuring smile as she ushered Madame Martin and her assistant from the room. ?Perhaps you can give us a moment so that the bride can collect herself.?
When the door was shut behind them, Sophie turned to Kat while frowning down at the layers of fabric she was swathed in. ?I can?t do this, Kat.?
?Of course, you can. You?ll put that dress on -- or perhaps a slightly altered version of that dress -- and will walk down the aisle,? Kat reassured in a firm tone as she stepped forward to examine the lacework.
Sophie?s pale blue eyes settled on Kat imploringly until Kat could not help but lift her much darker gaze to meet the look. It was then that Kat realized the issue was bigger than she had initially thought. This was not just about a dress with too much tulle.
?Seriously. I was Sofia Fucking Rhovnik. I was the heir to one of the biggest and baddest old families. I was a force to be reckoned with and my reputation spoke for itself. What am I now? I?m not Rhovnik anymore. I?m a girl without a last name and now I?m going to be a baroness?? Sophie shook her head firmly, squaring her jaw as she lifted her eyes back to the image in the mirror. ?I?m not sure I can live such a boring life. I?m not the type of woman that can spend the rest of my life being followed around by guards while handing out citizenship awards to elementary school students.?
?Citizenship awards to elementary school students?? Kat repeated with disbelief as she took a step back, allowing the fabric of the dress to slip between her fingers. ?Are you serious? You can?t possibly think that is the type of baroness and wife Alain is expecting you to be. He knows full well who you are and what you bring to the marriage.?
Sophie sunk onto the bench more than likely creating wrinkles in the dress that would panic Madame Martin but Kat felt it an inopportune time to warn her of it. Instead, she watched as Sophie?s shoulders curved inward around her chest, causing her body to slump forward. Several years ago it would shock her to see Sophie having a crisis of heart.
?I know,? Sophie acknowledged with a distant nod. ?I just... I?m not sure I can do this. I?m not sure I can walk down the aisle of some cathedral in a fluffy dress with everyone and their brother watching. We said we were going to keep this small and simple and now every time we turn around there?s another adviser or councilor convincing us to complicate it further or invite more guests.?
With a soft exhale of laughter, Kat dropped down to a seat beside Sophie to lean in and nudge her with a shoulder. ?Sure you can. I?ve seen you do some pretty incredible things. I think you can suck it up and get through one torturous day.?
?Remember when the Blood Tribe of Nuevello captured me in the Desert of Fools and tried to torture me into revealing the secrets of that old box they had stolen? Had they known my fear of white puffy dresses they may have made me break,? Sophie joked lightly, nudging Kat back in kind.
When their laughter died, an easy silence fell. Connecting with Sophie was suddenly easier for Kat. Alain?s impact on her cousin had started the ball rolling but no longer being the heir to the Rhovniks had been the key. Sophie was no longer her employer, no longer her master. They were on more equal footing. Her walls were down and, for the first time, Kat began to see why Yaya had loved Sophie so dearly.
?Grandmother asked me to ask you if you and Alain were exchanging wedding gifts,? Kat said finally, breaking the silence that had left them each to their own thoughts while side-by-side on the bench. ?She said that it?s important to have something you can pass on. Perhaps a custom designed pair of cuff links??
Cuff links. What did a man like Alain need with yet another set of cuff links? Sophie drew the fabric of the dress up and stretched out her feet to admire the one piece of her wedding day attire that she actually was in love with -- a pair of designer heels covered in iridescent blue crystals. ?No. It needs to be something more practical.?
?Cuff links are pretty practical when you think about it,? Kat replied with a flash of a grin.
Sophie rose to her feet slowly, turning back to the mirror as she drew her hands down the fabric of the dress to smooth it out. A thoughtful smile slowly formed across her lips and she cut a glance over her shoulder at Kat. ?What do you think about King Aleik the Great?s ring??
Kat gave a laugh which died as she lifted her gaze to the reflection of Sophie?s eyes in the mirror. Sophie was serious. Her stomach rolled anxiously at the hint of trouble that the look threatened. ?I think it's just a legend,? Kat replied warily.
The smile that was turned on Kat as Sophie twisted to take in her cousin was full of the promise of trouble. ?Sometimes,? she stated slowly, ?history is written off as legends by those who do not wish you to know the truth.?