Ishara was surprised that the princess did not know how to throw a stitch. “You don’t sew?” Her voice pitched high with the question, though she wasn’t trying to be unkind with her tone. She was genuinely astonished that a woman of her birth did not know such a staple of womanhood.
“I will show you. Come.” Ishara pointed to a chair at the table. She distributed a simple wool dress to Julianna. “The hem has come out. I will show you how to repair it.” She showed Julianna how to thread a needle and throw stitches for the simple repair. Once she saw that Julianna could manage without step-by-step instruction, Ishara picked a piece for herself and set to work.
“I bet a young lady such as yourself has many marriage prospects.” She said to initiate what she felt would be benign conversation. It was a nosy question, perhaps, but she was curious. “Are you betrothed?”
“I will show you. Come.” Ishara pointed to a chair at the table. She distributed a simple wool dress to Julianna. “The hem has come out. I will show you how to repair it.” She showed Julianna how to thread a needle and throw stitches for the simple repair. Once she saw that Julianna could manage without step-by-step instruction, Ishara picked a piece for herself and set to work.
“I bet a young lady such as yourself has many marriage prospects.” She said to initiate what she felt would be benign conversation. It was a nosy question, perhaps, but she was curious. “Are you betrothed?”
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