[ Clutching at her collar, Grell audibly gasps. It's the most beautiful gown she's seen, she thinks - and the wonder is so clearly reflected in her features as she comes forward to see it, in detail. The way that she moves, it seems that she's fearful it might disappear before her eyes, as though it were some fleeting dream. ]

William, you... you had this made for me...?

[ Carefully reaching out to touch its fabric, her fingertips trace the beaded detail in the lace. It dawns upon her that she had been admiring something similar not long ago. ]

Like that one on the way home from market, but in my favourite colour...