The princess heard him sigh as the last of the light slipped behind the western hills. “No more for today.”

Though regret tinged his voice, it did not slow his hands, which deftly folded and stored away the silken length of skirt he’d labored upon since suspending their journey for the night. The gown was taking beautiful shape at amazing speed. But with the ball just one more day and several miles away, was even that fast enough? Rosalba dearly hoped so, for both their sakes. Disappointed as she would be to miss her chance at true love with Walzscoria’s Crown Prince, she suspected it would be just as hard a blow for the tenderhearted tailor to feel that he had failed her.

With a humming groan, Edgwyn Wyle stretched out and rolled upon the ground, working the broad shoulders and...

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