In your pursuit

"I believe this one suits me best," Dahlia murmured, admiring the off-shoulder dress with delicate lace sleeves. "The gown's skirt isn't too wide, which is just perfect for me," she added with a pleased smile.

"Certainly, Your Highness. I'll leave five dresses here for you," the seamstress replied warmly. "And no need to worry about the payment; Prince Sullivan has already taken care of it," she assured.

"How wonderful," Dahlia responded, her smile brightening. "I'm truly impressed by your designs." She couldn't help but wonder how Sullivan had so accurately conveyed her preferences to the seamstress. It was as though he understood her tastes perfectly, adding a quiet warmth to her heart.

"I'm glad the princess is pleased with them," the seamstress said, smiling warmly. She gave a graceful bow before excusing herself. "Then, I shall take my leave, Your Highness." With that, she exited the room quietly.