"Hmm…" Azrael's brows furrowed as he pondered. "I don't think it is much of an issue. She's tiny, so just ask the shop for their smallest size."
Fabian scoffed as he started to fade away. "You are going to take the blame if I make the wrong choice, Milord." he warned before vanishing. "You should know that women can be rather picky."
"I'm sure…" Azrael answered with a faint smile after Fabian disappeared.
A few moments later, a knock sounded from the opposite side of the door, making Azrael sigh because he knew what it meant.
"I apologize," he responded. "But the dress has not arrived yet."
"Alright," the woman's voice came from behind the door. "Could you perhaps tell me how much longer it will take? She can't remain... in her current state for too long."
Azrael's lips twitched at her choice of words. "Just give it a few more minutes…"
Before he could finish his sentence, Fabian reappeared right beside him, clutching a brand new dress that was a bright shade of yellow.
