Handle the beast in the bed

Hiraan twirled his pigtails as he listened to Bluebell's cries. They were sitting in actual Bluebell's room as she stared at her lifeless body. "I had a new dress made, and I even got a matching necklace for the wedding. And now, I can't ever wear them," She glanced at Hiraan with teary eyes. "Why won't you say anything, Hiraan?"

Hiraan's lazy yawn escaped his lips. "You know, Bluebell, you still have a lot of sisters queued up for marriage. You could save those for their wedding."

"What if I get fat, and the dress doesn't fit?" Bluebell pouted.

"You can remove the stitches," Hiraan said. 

"Right! Why didn't this idea cross my mind? You are a genius, Hiraan," Bluebell's excitement bubbled over. "How do you manage to get such brilliant thoughts?"