"It is your own fault really" a woman in a long blue gown with fine silver embroidery explained. "We had to made due with what we had since you decided to go out sailing at the last possible minute."
Alicia sighed - very lightly as that was all she was able to manage. They were right of course, but that did not make it any more comfortable.
"You are lucky your cousins on the mainland even managed to get your sizing from that dressmaker in Port Chalmers. Otherwise your dress would never be ready on time. Silly girl disappearing like that."
Alicia was standing on a small step-stool and the gown they were talking about was draped around her, a huge and multilayered affair with fine details that would look absolutely stunning on the girl if they could ever managed to get her corset pulled in tight enough that she'd fit into it.
"Well, I may have gained a bit of weight since then..." she admitted guilt-fully. The dressmaker in Port Chalmers had measured her after she spent a full four weeks at sea travelling to different places.
"You will just have to diet until your wedding." the woman in blue noted, as the seamstress gave another pull on the girls lacing to pull it in tighter. "And probably avoid eating during the events..."
"... It is a three day wedding, Mother" Alicia protested, after she was able to catch her breath again.
"Can't you ask that girl you aided to lace you in? Lady Ven Atianna? You said she was strong?"