Chapter 389

As the wedding day approached, Troy's courtyard was turning into a festival of colors. Unlike the Varn Dominion's customs of red silk, Yland preferred colorful embroidered pom-poms for weddings. So the entire place, inside and out, bloomed with color—even the maids' aprons had turned into multicolored stripes. Holding a few bridal gowns she’d picked out, Celeste Harper walked over to Troy. “The ones from the shop don’t suit Miss Nora,” she explained. “So I figured I’d just buy the fabric and make one myself.” “None of these are good enough for her?” Troy frowned, flipping through the rack of gowns with a dissatisfied look. “Miss Nora’s a soldier. She has her own style. These dresses all scream delicate little maiden, and honestly, they just look off on her.” “Yeah, I get that,” Troy nodded, surprisingly agreeable when it came to Nora. “Go ahead and buy the fabric. No need to tell me stuff like this. Just do what Nora asks.” “Yes, sir,” Celeste replied quietly, her eyes downcast. Over t