Anastasia looked at the dress the seamstress produced from the closet. Her eyes widened as the woman showed it off. It was far more than she had imagined. She could see the lack of corset, which she was sure was probably difficult to pull off. Even if she had done before for her mother. She walked forward and took the skirt into her hands as the woman held the shoulders. It was light and soft on her callused fingers but it felt strong like it could endure a day in the fields. Not that she would ever wear it in the fields, it was far too fine for that. But she could wear it around the castle and maybe even to parties without any worries of being looked down upon for less than beautiful clothing choices. She looked at the seamstress, grinning, "It is absolutely beautiful... I do... I do love it. Thank you."