Mistakes Like This ↠ Obi-Wan Kenobi

eight

Yann had called his tailor to visit the suite and as a safety precaution, you double-checked the bags of cloth and sewing materials. It was a brief introduction between you and the tailor who had the same striations on his face as Yann. Ceren was her name and after the introduction, she started complaining about the number of times her bags were checked. All you said was that it was for the ambassador's safety.

You eavesdrop on their conversation as she started laying out the fine material on the sofa in the living room. There was an array of colors but Yann picked the velvety black material. "Find me a material like this for her dress," Yann motioned to Ceren and you stood there wondering when they were going to include you.

"Well you ask her what color she wants," Ceren responds with a hiss. Yann turned to you and he had a smile.

"You can stop guarding me for two seconds and pick out a color you want my dear," he holds out his hand to you. It was an odd tone coming from him and you just went over without reaching out to him. Ceren laid out the different colors of velvet. You run your hands over the material and it was the softest thing you've ever touched. This kind of material was never an option for you and the only times you saw it was when senators would pass you by. Your eyes land on a deep emerald green under a pile of warm orange.

"This one is fine," you said and Ceren picked it out. Yann nods in approval and brings his own choice next to it.

"Ceren, show her the magic you can do," Yann smiled.

"It's talent Yann," she rolled her eyes. Ceren leads you up on a stool and tells you to remove the layers of your robe.

"I wasn't expecting this to happen now," you stood there confused.

"Well, the ball is tonight. I have to get working on this soon," Ceren was annoyed once again and the striations on her face turned blood red. You had no energy to fight with this woman so you just peeled away the layers of your robes till you got to the last layer. Yann was still in the room and he had poured himself some tea. He looked amused and it made you a little uncomfortable.

"Will you be able to make this dress moveable in?" you looked down at Ceren who held up her holopad to measure you.

"Whatever you want," she sighed typing things into the pad and she went over and placed the velvet cloth over your leg.

"I might also need a secure place for this," you held up your lightsaber. Ceren looked at it and nods. She cuts pieces of muslin and started pinning them to your body. There were moments where she poked you but you have a high pain tolerance so you barely flinched. At least she worked fast and a skeleton of a dress was starting to form. Even if it was just the white cloth base that was on your body for now. She looked over at Yann at one point and asked him if the slit to the dress was enough. You mentioned that it was fine the way it was but she ignored you and Yann said a little higher. "I personally think that the slit is too high." You looked over at Yann.

"You said it yourself, General. Movement is key," he looked up from his holopad. "That would definitely give you more time to run after the people out to assassinate me." All you did was look away and roll your eyes. You were starting to dread this man. Ceren was no help at all she just snickered and continued to poke you.

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You never want to get fitted for a dress ever again because that hour just drained you. A decline to the offer would have been smart and you could let whoever was after Yann just get him. Ceren had a base for the dress but to you, it looked absolutely horrendous. You were sure this woman was out to get you because you had a strong feeling that she had a thing for Yann. In all honesty, you just wanted to get this over with and spend the rest of the evening with Obi-Wan.