Although she didn't know what kind of attire the Empire's new monarch truly desired, even the Regent had to be kept in the dark, the royal dressmakers naturally understood what matters concerning them, and which questions they ought not to ask.
Even if the Empress wished to free herself from the Regent's influence ahead of time, that was an affair between them. As servants, they merely needed to fulfill their duties properly.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Hearing the attendants' respectful reply, Amalia continued walking forward expressionlessly. Her pure black glossy leather shoes tapped crisply and rhythmically against the brownish-gray porcelain floor tiles of the tailor's workshop, sounding like a clear, melodious tune to the ears.
Running her fingers over the textures of various fabrics on the racks, Amalia circled the room and returned to stop before the third piece of silk, then spoke coldly.
"The lining will use this material."
