Seamster

Janice awoke to the sound of a knock outside her door. Slowly, she lifted her body from the bed and discarded the brown duvet that was draped around her body.
She glanced at the clock on the brown coated wall and realized she had slept for just two hours.
Also, she noticed she was alone in the room, and she wondered about where Jules had gone. 
Janice sighed as she remembered him mentioning he had some business to do.
The knock sounded again, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"I'll be with you shortly," She said whilst yanking the robe that was hung on the chair next to her.
Trudging to the door, she unlocked the door, and her head peeked out. Startled, her brows creased when she saw three women with wide grins on their faces, and each curtsied as she stared at them. 
They donned the same black fashionable button-down maxi gown and a French straw bonnet was on each head.
Momentarily, Janice's eyes travelled to her right as the door leading to a room next to the one she was in opened, and a male servant stepped out. 
He scurried inside when his face locked on hers, and a blush appeared on his face.
Janice peered at herself, she realized she didn't wear the robe she had taken along with her. Rather, it was slung on her shoulder and the material of the nightwear she donned was transparent.
She doubted if she would ever be allowed to behave the way she wanted when she married Jules.
"I'll be right back." She mumbled, closing the door.
Janice strode to the walk-in closet that was situated at the corner of the room close to the four-poster bed, flung it open, and ransacked it for something appropriate to wear.
She grinned as she clutched a blue A-shaped gown that reached just below her knees with capped sleeves.
It was her favourite, and she was glad they had packed it amongst her clothes.
Janice hadn't checked what Jules watchdogs had picked out for her, but she knew she barely had indecent clothes.
She combed her messy blonde hair with her hand, and let it down, before applying subtle lipstick to her lips.
After she was done, she went back to the door, and this time she saw Jules with the women.
"I was wondering what might be taking you so long in there." His eyes twinkled as he stared at her.
His lips curved in a smile which Janice finds seductive as he scrutinized her with hooded grey eyes.
She flushed, and discreetly, she eyed herself for the umpteenth time to see if she was showing any skin.
"I'm fine," she murmured, staring at the floor briefly, then back at the women in front of her.
"Well, these are the best Royal Couturiers in Cherview, and they could barely go wrong with a dress," Jules said, introducing each woman.
Janice noticed they were French Women from their accent.
"He's right, Ma'am." The one whose name was Aimee said.
"We are here to give you the perfect wedding dress ever." Juliet, a pudgy brunette with freckles dusting her face gushed.
Wedding dress? Janice mused.
She had imagined she would do her shopping for herself. She didn't know the Royal family had seamsters that took care of their dresses.
"See you later, Madame." Jules winked.
Janice rolled her eyes, whilst shaking her head at his retreating back.
"Come in," She said whilst opening the door wider.
Judith shook her head frantically, "Oh no Ma'am, the queen would be furious if that happened. All clothes sewing and measuring should be done in the fabric room."
With the frightened look on her face, Janice wondered if they had offended the queen by going against her order before.
"That's right." Amiee agreed, bobbing her head.
She let the women lead her to the Fabric room which was seven rooms away from hers. 
She didn't know anywhere yet, and Jules had promised to give her a tour of the palace earlier.
But now, she knew it wouldn't be possible since he seemed quite busy.
Since today after the check-up from the doctor, she had seen him just once, which was some minutes ago. 
Perhaps, she would have to be herself tour guide because she didn't want to burden him with it.
Janice was awestruck as soon as she entered the room. She had been in plenty of fabric rooms to know this was top-notched.
The materials were stashed on shelves, and each colour was kept next to each other. Possibly, to make it easier to find.
She sat down on a stool Julie placed in front of her and glanced at the broad mirror that covered half of the room.
Janice stared at her reflection as the seamsters went about their business. 
She had lost more weight due to her hardly eating. Her eyes looked enormous and teary. Her cheekbones were sharper, and she wrinkled her button nose as she gazed at her lips which were pouty due to constant biting.
"Done." The seamsters announced.
Janice climbed down from the chair and went back to the room.
Jules tapped the pen with him on the table continuously as he thought about what Janice was up to.
It was a delight to see she hadn't thrown a tantrum since her arrival yesterday.
Jule grinned as he remembered watching her sleep some minutes ago. 
The black lacy material she donned had revealed more than it should.
Nonetheless, he was glad it was for his sight alone.
Sighing, he shook his head as he tried to concentrate on what was before him.
But, he couldn't since his mind kept drifting to her.
He couldn't stop imagining the way she had curved into him last night despite the boundaries she had set with the pillow. He had feigned sleeping so she would relax and get some rest.
Jules groaned, shaking his head. His pants felt snug and he glanced down to see he had a hard-on. It had been a long time since he had gotten laid, and he knew Janice wouldn't be too enthusiastic about him touching her.
Jules thought about how angry she had been when he mentioned she would be in the bedroom at all times attending to him. 
He wondered if it was wrong of him to say that to her. But, he knew he wanted her in no other place except in his bed with her head spread out over the pillow and her legs apart while she guided him to her moist entrance.
"Ugh!" That woman, he thought, would be the death of him one day.