Casa De Desmond/Faust, Manhattan, New York City

[grand_fallguy]

The men had been chased out (even the Bannik) and it was time for the dressmaker (a literal domestic goddess) on loan from the Faerie Court to get the bridesmaids fitted for their dresses.

She looked at the arrayed girls and smirked. "Aside from height, you all seem to be the same body type. That should make things simpler."

[For Gwynn]

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[notafairmaiden]

Gwynn still wasn't sure exactly what she was supposed to do, but it was Tim's mother that wanted her here with the others, so she was going to do her best to make a good impression.

It was just that she didn't usually dress in formal wear -- except for royal banquets or the Prom and Homecoming back at Fandom.

[grand_fallguy]

This was gonna be like all of those put together!

Teleri was currently getting measured. She typically went with sundresses these days, but back when she was trying to make it as an actress, she'd been to a few formal events. Eleziane of course had grown up in a Faerie court, and depending on the phase her daddy was in, she might dress very formally indeed.

T'ing tried to suppress a grimace. "Don't think I've worn a dress since my older sister's wedding." she muttered to Gwynn.

[notafairmaiden]

Gwynn shook her head slightly. "I haven't worn a dress since Phillip wanted me there for a diplomatic meeting with the Ambassador from France."

She'd had two daggers hidden in her dress even then.

[grand_fallguy]

"That beats me." T'ing grinned. "The closest I got to that sort of thing was with the Fae, and the situation never really called for formal dress."