Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 194

Andros’s POV

With a stoic expression on my face, I silently stood by the side, my keen eyes observing their interaction with my usual detached demeanor.

I watched as a beaming grin spread across the sewing manager’s face as my father’s discerning eyes swept over the elegant dress before him.

The dress before us is a stunning creation, as expected from our team of talented seamstresses.

The dress has a bloody red hue, an arresting contrast against the pristine white walls of the chamber. Every intricate detail has been meticulously crafted by the skilled hands of our selected Pack seamstresses.

The delicate fabric was handpicked for comfort and design. Its lightweight and silky feel created a graceful fluidity that defied the limitations of textiles.

Delicate embroidery danced across the surface, the threads weaving an intricate tapestry that could only have been achieved through painstaking manual labor.

The delicate fabric and thread used also left the seamstresses with minimal error. The weight of the hand could ruin the whole dress and design, which could put all the expensive materials to waste.

Still, they were able to stitch intricate patterns of swirling vines and delicate flowers that looked so realistic they could almost pop out of the dress to life.

Even the smallest embellishments, such as the delicate beading that adorned the necklines and cuffs, had been carefully applied by hand.

Of course, everything in this dress had to be hand-stitched. A sewing machine could disrupt the delicateness of the fabric.

No wonder why the sewing manager couldn’t hold back his beaming expression. He is very confident about their work. Maybe he’s also expecting to receive praise from his father.

I glanced at my father, and he suddenly sighed after taking a good look at the dress. I was expecting to see a smile on his face and a proud look in his eyes, but instead, I saw a lack of satisfaction in him.

The sewing manager’s smile instantly disappeared. His eyes widened as he held his breath, waiting with bated anticipation for my father’s verdict.

“I really like the dress,” my father muttered as he held up a fabric.

The smile on the sewing manager’s face is back again.

“However… I don’t like the color. Everything is fine, but the color.”

The sewing manager’s face instantly paled when he heard the rest of what my father was thinking.