Princess Tasa admired herself in the mirror as her bridesmaids completed the finishing touches on her dress. Caraintese clothing was quite different from Lajastinean, far more conservative in her opinion. But Lajastine was a much warmer country, where such coverage would have resulted in heat stroke if one were to make it common. Lajastinean fashion called for linen and short sleeves and hems. But the Caraintese climate, while not cold, was much cooler than the princess was used to.
“You look lovely Your Highness,” said one of the princess’ bridesmaids, Fatima Idrissi. Like her husband to be, Tasa had selected her friends to serve as her bridesmaids, though she had offered a spot to her distant cousin, Princess Danna, daughter of the late Sultan Amessan II, but Danna had refused after learning that she, while considered by the Caraintese royals, had been rejected due to her late father being… well, late. Particularly hurtful to the other princess since, though she had been just five when he died, she was a Princess of Lajastine and technically outranked Tasa.
“Thank you Fatima. Though I am not quite sure if I’ll every be use to the fashions here.” Tasa said with a smile. For her other two bridesmaids, she had chosen her friends Safura Serghini and Huriya Akhrif. All three, Fatima, Safura and Huriya were young ladies just like the princess and they had all grown up with one another. Tasa was grateful that they were there, on this, which would be the most important day in her life. The bride and the bridesmaids continued to add the finishing touches as the guests arrived in the gardens below their corner of the palace.
