Chapter 679 Remaining Maeve

• Maeve
• “It’s stunning. Just stunning,” Mom says as she walks a wide circle around me, her eyes glued to the gown taking up what feels like half the room. Muted pink wallpaper with gold trim takes up my vision while I stand with my back to a row of floor length mirrors, looking over the heads of Mom, Misty, Sarah, Maddy, and Aviva, all of whom are working in tandem to stretch the train the length of the room–the largest sitting room in the private royal suite on the sixth floor of the castle.
• “We’re running out of room back here,” Aviva says a great distance away, her voice lifted in a soft laugh. “How is she supposed to walk in this?”