8 (pt.1): The Savages' Feast

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Biana was shocked at her reaction, to say the least, and dabbed Sophie's tears with a handkerchief from the vanity, "Oh Sophie! Dear Sophie, what is the matter? Do you not like it?"

Sophie shook her head no, still beaming, "It's the most beautiful dress I've ever seen. I can barely believe it's real."

The princess laughed and hugged Sophie tightly, "Of course it's real! And it's just for you. I had it made special for tonight for your first ball!"

"Oh, thank you, Biana," Sophie soaked in the moment gratefully, "I love it."

"Well, let's get you dressed! Oh I can't wait to do your hair!"

Sophie blushed, "You don't have to if you don't want to, you've already done so much for me."

"Nonsense! Amaria and I always used to get ready together, it's half the fun!" Biana excitedly pulled out one of her crinoline*** from her closet, unstrapping the ties keeping it flat so it extended into its full, filled out glory.

Biana then took control. She had Sophie stand on the little dressing pedestal as they worked to pull off her dress and top petticoat and replace them with the crinoline, an evening petticoat overtop of that, and the ball gown. Sophie wasn't uncomfortable with undressing in front of the princess because she, Dex, and the triplets often changed in front of one another because their little room left no places to hide. It was never weird with the triplets, since Sophie helped raise them, but at the beginning, it was a little weird changing in the same room as Dex, but eventually the weirdness went away as they became more like actual siblings.

When Sophie was dressed, Biana lead her to the vanity where she had her sit down. Gently, with angel-like softness, Biana brushed Sophie's hair, and once again in Biana's presence, Sophie felt like royalty, but even more than that, Sophie felt... at home. She couldn't remember the last time someone did her hair for her aside from young Bex, who wasn't very good. Sophie had vague memories of Edaline or her human mother doing it for her, but those were far off, distant, and inevitably fuzzy. She remembered it being special when Edaline would do her hair. She learned a little from her human mother, but most of her skills came from Edaline teaching her.

Sophie never really cared about hair, but she remembered loving the feeling of Edaline's fingers combing through her hair and doing it up in neat braids and fancy updos. The familiar sensation tickled her scalp and Sophie couldn't wipe the smile off her face, watching intently as Biana pinned her hair back in an elegant gathered bun.

"You know, my mother used to do my hair when I was younger," Biana broke the silence. "Whenever she was stressed, she would call me to her bedchamber and tell me to bring my brush, and she'd style my hair like I was going to the ball. As I got older and I started to learn from her, she started to ask me to do her hair, and now it's one of my most favorite things in the entire world. I go when she's stressed, but I also go when I'm stressed." She laughed a little, "I guess it goes down the line. Maybe, in the future, one of my daughters will come to my bedchamber so I can do her hair."

"Do you think this one shall be a girl or a boy?" asked Sophie curiously.

"Tam and I think this one is a girl, but I'm not quite sure," Biana rested her hand over her baby bump after she put the final pin in Sophie's hair and brought Sophie's hand to rest next to it, "what do you think?"

Sophie thought for a moment, feeling the baby shifting inside for a moment, humming to herself in thought before deciding, "Honestly? I think it's a boy. I just have this gut feeling..."

"Hm," Biana looked down at her stomach thoughtfully, "well you certainly do have good instincts. I guess we'll have to wait and see who's right: you or my husband." The princess then leaned in and whispered, "If I were to bet, I'd bet on you."

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