An elegant tune echoed from the speakers overhead, elevating the experience of the wealthy patrons within the store as they went about their shopping. The intricately decorated walls, center chandelier, and polished marble floors all whispered a tale in tandem; this location was an upscale dress shop— where only the wealthiest of clients could ever dream of spending their earnings.
Carlotta stood in place patiently as the seamstress measured every inch, every angle and detail of her figure. The posh woman who would be handling her wedding dress had diligently sketched out some drafts; one of which had particularly wowed Carlotta. She would become the very picture of elegance and beauty for this event.
To her slight surprise, The Montelli elders have proposed an alliance via marriage to another noble house— aiming to secure resources and counter rival factions. Carlotta treats it like an art auction or investment: she studied the prospective house, their reputation, and what mutual benefits might arise. It was certainly an unorthodox method of making connections, but it was more an act than anything. There was no love or bond to be seen with this arrangement. Only sufficiency for both herself, and the Montelli family.
She had been introduced to her to-be spouse by now, of course. She hadn't known the individual long enough to gather a solid opinion. But that seldom mattered in the bigger picture.
Her seamstress finished up her measurements, gathering her tools and bidding the young woman farewell. She already had the fabrics and the finer details chosen, and the dress would be hand-crafted with intricacy and haste.
"That'll be all, dear. You'll look positively radiant in this gown, I assure you." Said the seamstress, flashing Carlotta a smile and heading for her office.
"I don't doubt that at all." Carlotta had spoken, more-so to herself than anyone.
By now, the girl had made all of the necessary arrangements for this arranged wedding. However, she still couldn't shake that faint feeling of— nervousness? Anxiety? Anticipation? She wasn't positive what it was; only that in made her feel a sense of unease.
As though nearly on queue, the double doors to the extravagant boutique opened; revealing a familiar figure she'd recognize.
"Well, took you quite long enough." She said. Whether her tone was playful or irritated was difficult to interpret.