21 Lady and Lace:
‘It had been a while, Lady Iris.’
‘Hope you have been well, Mrs Macy.’
Mrs Macy was the owner of the
tailoring shop; she ran one of the longest running tailoring shop on the main
avenue of the capital city. Mrs Macy took them to the rear reception room and
Iris sat in the comfortable sofa that had been proffered.
‘So shall we have a look at the new
order, Lady Iris?’ Mrs Macy asked politely as she poured Iris a cup of hot
black tea. On the tea tray was a plate of buttery and sweet smelling financiers
and tart and lemony petite madeleines.
‘Of course.’
She received the cup from Mrs Macy and
turned to Katri who was sitting beside her. Iris was visiting Mrs Macy today to
deliver the finished filet lace[1].
Katri carried a sturdy wooden chest
that contained Iris’ finished lace. She handed it to Mrs Macy, who took out the
lace and studied it.
‘As usual, the knots and seams aren’t
visible and thread is unlikely to unravel.’ Mrs Macy said. She took of her
spectacles and looked closer at the lace, ‘Such a delicate pattern...ah
flowers; the combination of bloomed and budding flowers is simply wonderful. And
the vines that connect them look very delicate and elegant. Lady Iris, this is
truly wonderful work.’
Iris’ stomach was always in knots when
she presented her finished lace to the buyer. Because of that, even if she was
presented with such delicious pastries, she couldn’t eat. She was on
tenterhooks waiting for the verdict.
‘It even has a three dimensional effect,
how gorgeous.’ Mrs Macy said with delight in her voice as she spread out the
lace, ‘It will shine well even with a light coloured dress.’
Iris’ basic premise was to make lace
requested by the buyer. The types vary dependent on what was requested. Dependent
on the knotted lace provided, their uses ranged from wedding dresses and ballgowns
to shawls. It was up to Iris to consider and decide what kind of embroidery to
create on the knotted lace. On a few occasions, she asked to see what the
design of the dress she was making lace for to help guide her decision, but the
design of the finished embroider was up to Iris. Because she had such a high
degree of freedom, Iris was always nervous about the final evaluation.
‘It has a very lovely finish, Lady
Iris.’ Mrs Macy said finally.
Iris’ face relaxed into a relieved
smile, ‘Thank you, Mrs Macy.’
When she received her payment, she
remembered what Ernest had said about her money,
‘The payment you receive is, of
course, for you to do as you wish. But if you donate some of it towards
charity, it will do well towards your reputation as Queen, killing two birds
with one stone.’
After that, Iris was ashamed of
herself that she had never thought of it. As a noblewoman, she had visited the
churches and orphanages many times. However, the pervading thought was that
they were funded on budget by the province.
Because of what Ernest had said, she
realised it was alright for individuals to donate. And she realised she would
like to use the money she earned in service to others. She had saved all the
money she earned till date because she hadn’t required it. Since she didn’t use
it, she might as well donate it.
She decided to donate the money to a
worthy cause when she became Queen.
Thinking of her future made Iris feel
strange; although, thinking of Ernest reaction when she told him, she knew he
would be pleased. But that thought made her heart ache once more. Mrs Macy
unaware of Iris discomfiture smiled at her as she put the lace into another
box.
‘Lady Iris, thank you for your hard work.’
Mrs Macy took a sip of her tea, then
she said, ‘I was still thinking of you as a young child, but now you are
getting married. Congratulations.’
As a daughter of a noble family, she
was about to be left on the shelf as it were. But to Mrs Macy, who had made
Iris’ clothes since she was little, she would still see her as a young child.
‘Thank you, Mrs Macy.’
It was Mrs Macy who had recognised
Iris’ talent at making filet lace and asked Iris to make lace for her. It was
not an exaggeration to say that, Iris’ advanced skill was thanks to Mrs Macy.
Thinking of the past filled Iris with nostalgia
‘It is ready now; would you like to
try it on?’
‘...yes.’
While the main reason for her visit
was to hand over the completed lace, there was also another reason. Iris knew
it could not be helped so she rose from her seat and followed Mrs Macy to the
fitting area. The large fitting room was lined with beautiful lavish dresses
from left to right, but the one on the mannequin in the middle shook Iris’
heart. (Zuben: It is not hard to shake Iris’ heart)
It was a glorious dress of pure white.
♔♔♔
22 The Lady and the Pure White Dress:
The dress emitted a glimmer under the
lights of the fitting room. It was an off shoulder dress made of the finest
silk that exuded an aura of sweetness. The neckline dipped and the back dipped
lower; it gave of a feeling of elegance and maturity. In contrast the skirts
were full and girlish, and it was made with a train behind it. There was a
filet lace overlay covering the open back down the skirts over the train. A
simple bow was placed at the lower back of the dress which trailed down to the
hem. It was a dress that would flatter the wearer to the fullest.
Before the dress, Iris felt so guilty
it strangled her, yet, as a woman she could not stop the thumping of her heart.
As she looked at the dress, something
seemed familiar,
‘Mrs Macy, did I make the lace for
this?’
‘Yes, you did. I decided to use your
lace for this dress.’
Iris had thought the design looked
familiar.
When she made the lace, she had always
assumed that the item had been paid for already and what it was going to be
used for was already decided before she was commissioned to make it. She rarely
knew who the lace ended up with.
But something still niggled…
‘Mrs Macy, did it really only take a
month to make this dress?’
Ernest and Iris had only been engaged
a month. She would naturally have asked Mrs Macy to make her wedding dress, but
to have done it so quickly; Iris could not hide her surprise.
Did she hire a lot of seamstresses to
help?
While it wasn’t impossible, it would
have taken Mrs Macy, who was also a designer, a lot of effort. She was as old
as Iris’ parents.
Mrs Macy gave her a placating smile
and said, ‘Yes, it did. On hearing that you were marrying his Majesty, and you
wanted me to make the gown, I was so excited I got started on it right away,’
‘Oh really? Thank you, Mrs Macy.’
Iris had been working with tailors for
a long time, making her lace so she knew how much time and effort was required
to make such a dress.
Mrs Macy took Iris’ hand and
encouraged her to try her dress on, while Iris was still worried about Mrs
Macy’s well being.
‘Come Lady Iris, we need to see how it
fits.’
Iris took off her day dress and put on
the wedding dress. As she wore the dress, she found it a tad difficult to put her
hands down the sleeves-
Hmm?
She wondered why. Mrs Macy should know
Iris’ sizes for she had been making dresses for her for a long time. Hmm, what
was happening? It felt a bit uncomfortable around her upper body as well.
(Zuben: Remember Ernest is fattening you up for big boobies and babes)
Mrs Macy came up to check the fit,
‘Hmm, it looks like your bust has changed a little,’ she said.
‘Eh?’
‘Nothing to worry about, it is very
easy to fix.’ Mrs Macy said reassuringly. She was probably trying to ease Iris’
mortification that she had gotten fat, but the thought of her bust made Iris
flush.
It could not be.
It looked like it was as Ernest had
said; her bust had grown.
Ernest never relented with fondling
her from dusk till dawn making her very embarrassed. (Zuben: Will you allow him
to do so now?)
Mrs Macy turned her to the large
mirror and asked, ‘What do you think?’
Iris returned to the present and
looked at her image in the mirror. Seeing herself, she leaked a gasp of
surprise.
‘It...it looks lovely.’
Unlike the kind of dresses that
unmarried ladies wore, there were neither frills nor an over-abundance of
ribbons. It was a simple design that aimed to flatter the wearer’s features.
Iris thought the dress rather suited her defiant features and nature.
Mrs Macy softly smiled at Iris who was
blushing at her image.
‘Lady Iris, seeing you in this dress
makes me realise that clothing without many frills will suit you better, don’t
you think so, Mrs Katri?’
Katri came closer and nodded in
agreement, ‘Yes, you look absolutely beautiful, milady.’
‘Thank you, Mrs Macy. Thank you,
Katri.’ Iris said with a happy smile at the two women.
Mrs Macy clapped her hand happily,
‘Soon, you won’t be restricted in what you wear. I believe that your grace and
beauty will be more polished than before.’
For unmarried ladies, they were fashion-fixed
to only pastel coloured dresses that supposedly represented freshness. On the
other hand, married women had no restrictions what colours or styles they wore.
(Zuben: How does this make sense to restrict what colours young ladies trying
to get married wear - I never understood the dictates of fashion)
‘Congratulations, Lady Iris. I am glad
you were able to meet a good man like His Majesty.’
Iris gave a wry smile and replied,
‘Maybe…’
Mrs Macy and Katri fell into
discussion about Iris’ future fashion after she was married.
With the help of a friendly
seamstress, Iris began to take off the wedding dress. She had once heard from
Mrs Macy that a bride wore white on her wedding day had meaning. The white
denoted purity and innocence. She had thought it was suitable for a young lady
without impurity to wear pure white, when she heard. But now, Iris has lost her
purity. (Zuben: *roll eyes*) Although, in this case the person who took it was
going to be her husband, so it would not be a problem if things were not
happening in order. In truth, it was rather common for couples to get married
and have a baby that came a bit early in the timeline.
That being said, she had used a love
potion to get her husband. She did not feel as though she had the right to wear
white. (Zuben: You should wear black and mope around)
When she looked at herself in the
mirror, her heart was painful with guilt.
She sighed. The seamstress helping her
tilted her head in askance, ‘Lady Iris, are you having wedding blues?’
‘Hm?...Er no...that…’ It was
impossible to deny, so Iris did not say more. She realised if she said no, she
would have to explain the reason for her glumness.
The seamstress smiled as she said,
‘You don’t have to worry; His Majesty the King loves you very very much. He even-’
‘Colette! Do I have to remind you to
move your hands not your mouth?’ Mrs Macy said sharply.
Colette’s eyes widened at the
admonishment. She cast her gaze down, ‘I’m sorry, Mrs Macy.’
She curtsied to Iris, ‘Pardon me, Lady
Iris.’
Iris shook her head denoting she
didn’t mind at all. Colette dutifully helped Iris take off her dress.
He even…?
What was Colette going to say?
Maybe that even though His Majesty was
not good with women, he was only fine with Iris…?
That was likely. Even amongst the
commoners, they would hear about the rumours that the King was not good with
women, especially if they work in a shop frequented by aristocratic ladies.
Iris was convinced that was the case.
She picked up her day dress to wear, when Mrs Macy stopped her.
‘Lady Iris, do you mind trying one
more dress on?’
‘Mrs. Macy…?’
‘I’m sorry to trouble you, but I would
really like you to try this dress on, Lady Iris.’
Ernest had sent her to try on the
wedding dress, before it was completed. Nothing had been said about other dresses
being ordered.
Mrs Macy smiled softly, ‘It is a bit
sad, but I made a dress for a customer but due to spraining her ankle, she
isn’t able to attend her fitting. She is of similar sizing to you, so I hope
you will help me with this dress.’
Iris frowned. She wasn’t busy today.
Rosemary could not have any embroidery tutoring because she had a whole day of
lessons.
‘Of course,’ Iris said, ‘I am happy to
help.’
‘Thank you, Lady Iris.’ Mrs Macy gave
a relieved sigh.
Iris was more tired because of
accumulated fatigue, so trying on the dresses was extra effort. It could not be
helped that she was distracted. Yet, no matter how similar in size two women
were, it was impossible to size a dress for one woman with another. (Zuben:
Modern day clothing store do it)
Iris didn’t think much of it because
she was so sleepy but she wondered; for whom, was such a wonderful dress that
robbed eyes and hearts?
One night a week later...
[1] I did some research - more than I
do for these novels, and found Iris makes a type of lace called
Filet Lace which
is actually embroidered on a lace net. See wiki hyperliked.
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thank you very much, I was waiting for the chapters with much desire!
ReplyDeleteGod when will they tell the truth to iris? this woman is very silly to realize
Omgggg she’s so dense i cant even hahahaha. But omg the king is soooo romantic! Lucky her!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for the translation ❤️
I'm using my home made cakes to face cake right now...
ReplyDeleteI feel like everyone is in on this the love potion being fake
ReplyDeleteHmm love the cake so hungry love ur commentaries anyway
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