DUE TO MISHAP, I BECAME QUEEN

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The dress emitted a glimmer under the lights of the fitting room. It was an off-shoulder dress made of the finest silk that exuded an aura of sweetness. The neckline dipped and the back dipped lower; it gave off a feeling of elegance and maturity.

In contrast, the skirts were full and girlish, and it was made with a train behind it. There was a filet lace overlay covering the open back down the skirts over the train. A simple bow was placed at the lower back of the dress which trailed down to the hem. It was a dress that would flatter the wearer to the fullest.

Before the dress, Amber felt so guilty it strangled her, yet, as a woman, she could not stop the thumping of her heart.

As she looked at the dress, something seemed familiar,

'Mrs. Macy, did I make the lace for this?'

'Yes, you did. I decided to use your lace for this dress.'

Amber had thought the design looked familiar.

When she made the lace, she had always assumed that the item had been paid for already and what it was going to be used for was already decided before she was commissioned to make it. She rarely knew who the lace ended up with.

But something still niggled…

'Mrs. Macy, did it only take a month to make this dress?'

Ernest and Amber had only been engaged for a month. She would naturally have asked Mrs. Macy to make her wedding dress, but to have done it so quickly; Amber could not hide her surprise.

Did she hire a lot of seamstresses to help?

While it wasn't impossible, it would have taken Mrs. Macy, who was also a designer, a lot of effort. She was as old as Amber' parents.

'Oh really? Thank you, Mrs. Macy.'

Amber had been working with tailors for a long time, making her lace so she knew how much time and effort was required to make such a dress.

Mrs. Macy took Amber' hand and encouraged her to try her dress on, while Amber was still worried about Mrs. Macy's well being.

'Come Lady Amber, we need to see how it fits.'

Amber took off her day dress and put on the wedding dress. As she wore the dress, she found it a tad difficult to put her hands down the sleeves-

Hmm?

She wondered why. Mrs. Macy should know Amber' sizes for she had been making dresses for her for a long time. Hmm, what was happening? It felt a bit uncomfortable around her upper body as well. (Zuben: Remember Ernest is fattening you up for big boobies and babes)

Mrs. Macy came up to check the fit, 'Hmm, it looks like your bust has changed a little,' she said.

'Eh?'

'Nothing to worry about, it is very easy to fix.' Mrs. Macy said reassuringly. She was probably trying to ease Amber' mortification that she had gotten fat, but the thought of her bust made Amber flush.

It could not be.

It looked like it was as Ernest had said; her bust had grown.

Ernest never relented with fondling her from dusk till dawn making her very embarrassed. (Zuben: Will you allow him to do so now?)