Can't Slow Down | Elyne & Ivette
"Ivette?" Elyne called pushing her way through the unlocked door. She was out of breath after running all the way from the center of town to where Ivette lived with the Moysaunt girls and she leaned up against the door frame to catch it. "I just saw Ana and Avina and I wanted to make sure that I made it here before them. I have a surprise for Ana," She said, smiling mischeviously.
"I know she says she wants a simple wedding, but every bride should have a dress, don't you think? At least one that doesn't have a tear in it or mud or blood on it," She said, rolling her eyes and laughing, then stopped, "I'm teasing." She said, seriously. "But she should have something nice to wear." She paused, "You know, I don't think I've ever been to a wedding before? Have you? Do they have weddings on the Southern Isles? Did you ever go to one? Are slaves allowed to get married there?" She paused for an instant, brow furrowing. "I'm sorry, you probably don't want to talk about that ..."
"I'm so excited!' She exclaimed, "But I'm not sure what else she will need. Flowers maybe?" She shrugged. "Not that we should gather flowers for it yet ... "
"But do you think she will like this one or thise one?" She said, unrolling the buddle she had under her arm to reveal two different fabrics. "Also, you wouldn't happen to know her measurements, would you? Or have a guess? I've made dresses before without measuring, but that's mainly because the girls back at the orphanage won't sit still and, well, Ana's obviously much taller than the average child ... besides, it's her wedding and it should be perfect and I --- " She stopped, suddenly realizing that maybe this wasn't the best time for Ivette, "Wait ... sorry, are you busy? I can come back later ... "