Sunstar: Amina's story a YA scifi romance (Peacekeepers Book 1) by Annalise Whelan

Author:Annalise Whelan [Whelan, Annalise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-09T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

As soon as they arrived at Kildren headquarters, they were summoned by Sheralyn. She had completely outdone herself, and Amina couldn’t have been more surprised. She met up with her team at the World View course room, everyone chattering about dress shopping and hairstyles. When she walked in, Sheralyn was nowhere to be found, but the room had been transformed. The tables where they had sat were gone and several tall, fabric-draped booths had been set up around the room. One of the booths was labeled with her name, stenciled in ancient calligraphy script.

“What could this be?” Mara asked, standing next to her booth and fingering the rich fabric drapes.

Pulling back the fabric, Amina found a beautiful gown displayed on a statuette. “It’s a fitting room!” A gilt-edged full-length mirror stood in the back of the booth, reflecting Amina’s astonished expression and tumbling golden-brown hair. Above her head, a holoform of an old-fashioned chandelier with three candelabra arms sparkled.

She heard Sari moan in dismay. “I don’t get to pick my own dress?”

“It’s so much better than anything I would’ve picked.” Katlin sounded amazed.

“This is setting a tone for the entire Winter Ball. It’s a time apart, Sari,” Gem said.

Mara sighed. “We wouldn’t have found gowns like these anywhere.”

Peeking into Mara’s booth, Amina asked, “what does yours look – Oh, Mara. It’s stunning.”

Sheralyn flowed into the room. “My dears, I hope you’re happy with my selections. Each dress has been designed specifically for you.” She gestured beside her as five other women followed her into the room. “Meet your seamstresses. Today will be your fitting, and your final practice with the waltz will be two days from now when your gowns have been finished.”

The graduation ceremony was the day after that, and Amina’s nerves were slowly building. Thankfully these last-minute ball preparations may keep her mind busy.

Her seamstress stepped forward and ushered her into her fitting room. “I hope you like the gown. The emerald green will be exquisite against your hair.” She held a large square box out to Amina. “This is your undergarment. Let me help you get it all put together, and then I’ll measure and pin your gown.”

The lush fabric was the softest Amina had ever touched, and it whispered over her head. Once everything was on, the seamstress cinched the lace-up back closure. It certainly fit like it was designed for her, accentuating every nuance and curve. The wide neckline bared her collarbone but provided coverage of her décolletage. The elegant sleeves fit snug from her shoulder to her elbow then belled to brush her wrists. She felt like a different person.

“Are you happy with the result,” her seamstress asked, fingers twisting.

“I can’t believe how beautiful I feel.”

“Sheralyn’s instructions required femininity with modesty. I’m so pleased you like it.” She giggled.

“How did you get the measurements this perfect?”

“Oh, I see a few nips and tucks and hemming to be done. Sheralyn has a talent for sizing up her students.”

Coming out of the fitting room dressed again in her ship suit, Amina threw her arms around Sheralyn.

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