Ohara began to feel restless, time was slipping right through their fingers and she was beginning to feel some unsurety that they would be able to repair the gown before noon.
The seamstress felt the same. This was a terrible feeling, an oh so terrible feeling. They had already taken apart the entire front piece of the dress and yet her apprentice had not arrived with the fabric yet.
She was beginning to lose hope. Just as she was about to suggest to Ohara that they inform the king about the matter on hand, the seamstress's apprentice burst through the doors hastily followed by the maid.
"Oh seamstress, seamstress. I heard what happened. I am exceedingly sorry for being late. The hold-up in town is terrible, simply terrible." The apprentice said in one quick breath.
"Enough girl, enough. I do not need to know more so as long as you are already here." The seamstress breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she saw her apprentice. Maybe they would be able to do this after all.
