30 March, 1369. Magdaline Castle, Islia.
Eve spun around in a new gown before her sister, making the satin skirt flare out like a bell. "Which do you think, sis? This one or the first gown?"
"The teal one." Celia replied without hesitation. "It flatters your hair and eyes more. Do you agree, Mother?"
Violet nodded and smiled from her armchair, then took a sip of wine from a gilded goblet. "The teal gown is definitely the lovelier one. With some minor alterations, it'll be an ideal fit for you. I have a circlet studded with blue topaz that'll match perfectly. I can lend it you for the event."
Eve grinned and clapped her hands with girlish enthusiasm. "Thank you, Mother. I'm so nervous and excited I can barely see straight!"
Violet and Celia both laughed good naturedly and Celia picked up the teal gown to admire it. The richly coloured silk was a foil to Eve's rosy cheeks and her hair the same colour as a wheat field.