122 A Lovely Reunion

"I asked if you had any thoughts about Princess Sierra's dress today. It seems to be a work from The Magnolian Seamstresses on Main Street-"

"No, it's from the Rosette Seamstresses on Clover Row," he replied without thinking. 

As soon as those words left his lips, Alistair sighed in defeat as he sank into his chair. He rubbed his temples with his thumb and index finger. He had fallen straight into Roxine's trap. 

He should have seen it from a mile away but he was so caught up in how beautiful Sierra looked, that he didn't see it. He was the one who got her the dress, of course, he knew exactly where it came from. 

"Rosette Seamstresses? Oh yes, I guess you're right," Roxine remarked. 

Sierra, too embarrassed to stay on any longer, quickly excused herself. She searched for another passing waiter and downed her second glass of wine. Her cheeks were burning red from embarrassment.