The Royals of Monterra: Tailor Made (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Annette Lyon

Author:Annette Lyon [Lyon, Annette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kindle Worlds
Published: 2016-01-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Sofia didn’t want to leave the warmth and quiet of the yarn closet. She didn’t want to leave the footstool, either, because that would mean no longer being so near Antonio. The moment they stood and returned to the workshop, they would resume work in different areas. Once again he’d belong to everyone in the room. Here, she felt as if he belonged to her. Here, the worries from home melted away, and she could almost believe that at this moment, Mother was kneading bread and doing dishes as she once had. Sofia could almost believe that for years to come, she and Antonio would be together, not for only two more weeks.

“I need to go into the city on some workshop errands,” Antonio said quietly. He leaned to the side, peering around the door into the workshop and then straightening again. “I’d like some company, and I suspect that you have a good eye for quality threads and fabrics, so you would be a great help in replacing what that dolt ruined.” He grinned broadly at her and lifted his brows in question.

Time away from her needles sounded quite tempting. And time in the capitol with Antonio sounded like a slice of paradise.

“I’d love to.”

“We’ll probably miss dinner,” Antonio said, “so we’ll need to eat in town. I know of a delightful place with the best bread and cheese you’ve ever had.”

“Sounds divine.” Butterflies erupted in Sofia’s middle. If she didn’t know better, she have thought Antonio was trying to court her.

One can dream, she told herself. And I’ll enjoy the dream while I can.

They left the closet. Sofia went to put her knitting away for the day. Antonio stood in the middle of the room and clapped loudly to get everyone’s attention.

“I’ll be going into town to find replacement brocade and to check on other wedding details,” he called. “Sofia will be coming along to lend her expertise. It’s likely that we’ll return after dinner. In our absence, I beg of you to please leave your work here and eat on the grass outside. We cannot afford to have any other stains or mishaps. Greasy fingers and spilled sauces do not contribute to the elegance of a royal wedding. I’m talking to you, Max.” Chuckles rippled around the room. Max, who had his measuring tape about his neck, as usual, nodded sheepishly. Antonio withdrew the workshop key from his shirt pocket and handed it to Donya, a seamstress adding beadwork to the bodice of the Queen’s dress. “Be sure to lock the door after we leave and let no one in while we’re away.”

“Of course,” she said, slipping the key into her apron pocket.

“Thank you. Be sure it’s locked during dinner and again after hours. Give the key to Max before retiring for the evening so he can slip it under my bedroom door.”

“Consider it done,” Donya said.

“Max?” Antonio called, hoping the tailor had been listening.

“You have my word.”

“Excellent.” Antonio turned to Sofia. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

As promised, Donya locked the door behind them.

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