The image above is the dress Julie is working on and please correct me if I get any terminology wrong.

I (obviously) don't have a title for this scene yet, so if you think of one I would be ever so grateful should you choose to share. (Scratch that I have a title now. But please still give me another because this one sucks.)

Julie is one of the younger seamstresses of the Jellgrade Manor, belonging to the last three members of the house of Jellgrade House- siblings August, Danielletta, and Edward. All three siblings posses some rare power granted them by magic. August is that of light and is titled the Master of Sun. Danielletta, possessing the gift of flame, has long since been christened Lady Fire. The youngest brother Edward- the Wild One- has been granted power over the earth beneath his feet.

Julie's fingers moved nimbly, pressing the needle into the shimmering red silk, sewing on the beautiful white flowers that coiled down from the hip, gently marking the transfer from scrunched fabric to flowing layers. Red hair spilled over the young girl's shoulder as she worked, though not nearly as bright as the fine material between her fingers, nor skin as pale as the folds of white beneath it, for those traits were only possessed by the Young Miss. The head seamstress' shrieks for her turned Julie's attention from the gowned mannequin to the large woman charging through the sewing room, halting before the crouching redhead.

"Lady Danielletta is coming down at this moment!" Julie thought Mrs. Hawking encompassed the implications of her avian name quite well for a lady of her size. "Are the gowns ready?" The old woman squawked, glaring down at the nearly cowering girl before her. At that moment, Julie didn't care what people said, the Young Miss must be far kinder than the whiskered woman before her.

"Yes ma'am, these last embellishments need to be placed after the final fitting," squeaked the rather terrified Julie.

"You had best hope so Jake." Julie resisted the urge to correct Mrs. Hawking. Jake was her twin brother and the few traits they shared included dull gray eyes and a rather excessive number of freckles.

A commotion by the door brought Julie back from her thoughts, heart rate spiking irrationally. The Lady was never portrayed as cruel, yet anyone with a temper as strong and powers as acute as hers is to be respected, though not necessarily feared, especially out of context. Taking courage in that thought, Julie stood as the Young Miss walked in, hair the color of blood falling wild down her back, framing a white face peppered with pale freckles. Golden eyes alight and naturally pink lips tipped up in some humor unknown to Julie. The Lady's quick strides carry her to the fitting pedestal. Julie couldn't help but stare for a moment, eyes wide. Similar to every time the Lady came in for a fitting, her almost unnatural beauty stole every one of the seamstresses' breath.

Quickly coming back to her senses, Julie rolled the two nearest mannequins to the pedestal, joining three other girls- a designer and two dressers. She herself would be doing the fitting for each of the half a dozen dresses. From night gowns to ball gowns, each was fit for royalty.

The first was a beautifully embroidered, slim, floor length gown of blue that seemed to set The Lady's fiery hair ablaze. Formal, yet comfortable. The next was a thin, cream colored bed gown. Neither of these needed more than hemming from Julie at the moment. The third however was an exquisite golden ball gown with full bell skirts and simple straps over the shoulders that needed taken in at the waist and multiple adjustments along the neck. Julie's fingers tingled slightly whilst doing so, the heat from The Lady's ash colored skin seeping through the layers of fabric to warm the younger girl's hands. Surely no normal person's skin held that much heat without being deathly ill.

But then, Julie thought, The Miss is far from normal.

The forth dress was more Lady Danielletta's preferred wear. A simple red skirt and white blouse bound together with a black torso piece tied around her middle, resembling a corset. Dress five was also along the lines of Lady Danielletta's usual dressing, if slightly formal. Formed from black lace like strips scrunched together in a jagged skirt that pulled shorter in the front, the slightly puffed folds were reined in by the built in black corset with crimson embroidery.

The last dress was Julie's work. When turned to the mirror, an audible gasp escaped the Young Miss's lips as a single white hand flew to her mouth, slender fingers brushing smooth lips, the other hand coiled itself in the loose section of skirt. Everyone seemed to freeze as she took herself in, stunned for the first time.

"Who," she cleared her throat before continuing. "Who designed this?"

"I did Miss." Julie stuttered in slight shock as irises of molten gold turned their ethereal gaze to her.

"Have I worn your work previously?" Lady Danielletta asked, turning her attention back to the dress, swishing the skirts gently around her legs.

"No Miss. I'm new Miss." Julie couldn't help but stare at The Lady's odd behavior. She was the Lady Fire, blazing with a constant rage, more furious than a hundred forest fires. And yet, here she was, gawking at a gown.

"Well," Julie jumped at the suddenly cheerful tone. "Looks like we'll have to change that. Let's start with a name."

"Oh, um, Julian- Julie -Petroz."

"Alright Julie, I'm Danny." The Lady extended an ashen hand while the almost cocky smile spread across her face made her freckles dance. Julie hesitantly set her own small palm against The Lady's, feeling rough callouses that should never be present on anyone of her rank. This was acknowledged in no more than a moment, seeing as she then proceeded to nearly have her arm ripped from the rest of her by the force of the shake. "Now," Lady Dannieletta continued, setting hands on hips. "You are quite obviously the expert. Does this one need any fittings I would do well to be present for?"

"I don't believe so ma'am."

"Then I am done, yes?" The room snapped back to business, Dressers pulling off Julie's work and replacing it with Lady Dannieletta's original day dress.

Julie was just returning to her white embroidery and flowered embellishments when an almighty bang drew the staff's attention to the double doors as a young man crashed through.

"Danny!" He yelled, charging to The Lady, only now recognizable as one of the Young Masters.

"Edward? What could possibly have possessed you to charge in here like a madman?" She crossed her arms like a chiding mother, but the look on her dainty features told Julie she found the whole situation quite humorous.

"August is after me for messing with his papers." Master Edward gasped, doubling over with one hand pointing out the doors behind him and the other on his knee.

"Again? Goodness Ed! What is that, the third time this week?" He gave her a sheepish grimace before darting around behind her, hands on Dannieletta's shoulders as he peaked to the side of her. "Well you're not using me as a shield again," she said, dancing away from him and out the doors, leaving the wild haired master to chase after his fiery sibling, the shouts of Master August mixing with the din already fading from an increasingly elongated distance.