Papillon (Prince Harry)

Chapter Seventy Eight

       

It was on Monday when Anna gave Evee a big, heavy envelop. She knew right away what it was because she could see the big confidential sign in the middle of it. Lily Dujardin's classic looking logo that only consisted of a picture of a small lily was on the top right corner. Eveline was surprised the woman had spent her weekend probably doing nothing but make these drawings. Anna looked at her eagerly, hoping that the future duchess would just open the envelope already and show her the dress.

"Can I just have one moment?" The blonde mumbled, wanting to have a fresh mind and be alone for these pictures.

A little disappointed, but understanding none the less, Anna left the study. Taking a deep breath, Evee took out the sketches. Her eyes stared at the magnificent looking gown. It wasn't even a sketch anymore, this was almost a proper painting done with water based paint. The girl had attached a document with explaining the different kind of materials towards Evee and which Lily would suggest.

The end result was absolutely breathtaking, even though it was only on paper, she could perfectly see the vision of the dress in her mind. It was almost as if it were there already. The blonde knew Lily had expected her to tell which part should still be altered but Evee couldn't eye one fault in the sketch. She didn't want one thing differently.  The satin modified A-line had a bit of a dropped waist. The dress would hug every curve without looking like tacky. Lily had somewhat changed the neckline, but Eveline thought it looked even better than the haltered one. It turned into a modified sweetheart neckline that wasn't too deep. The lace overlay had crystals and pearls embroider patterns on it. Everything, including the capped sleeves was perfect.

The back though, the back was her favourite part. The illusion back with satin covered buttons covering it from neckline to the end of the small lace covered chapel train.

She stared at the paintings for a good 15 minutes when her eyes adverted towards the documents. *Company in France can import Brussels Lace. The designer had thought about her heritage. Again, Evee was so grateful for Lily. She was going to meet up with her as soon as possible and tell that she did want something of her heritage in there. She did want the Belgian lace.

"Anna?" Evee shouted, knowing way too well that her stylist wouldn't go anywhere too far away.

It took only five seconds for the older brunette to open the door a little too eagerly. "Yes?"

"Do you want to see the dress? I have sketches."

"Oh god, I thought you were never going to ask. Of course I want to see the wedding gown! Show me!" In all honestly, Anna had been a little scared to let Evee go to that wedding designer on her own. She thought the nurse had great style, it just sometimes didn't match the royal family. The girl was edgy, a little bohemian, not a classic dresser like Kate had always been.

She had to resettle her mind when she saw the paintings of the dress though. "Holy mother of-" Anna stared at the beautiful picture of the gown. She hadn't seen anything like this before. "That is beautiful, that's- Eveline, wow."

"What's beautiful?" Evee almost jumped out of her skin when she realized who's voice that belonged to.

"Close your eyes! No!" Evee screamed, throwing her body on top of the sketches on the table. "Go away Harry! You are not supposed to see these."

"If those are my naked pictures, I wouldn't mind hearing the positive feedback." Harry smirked, receiving an eye roll from his fiancé.

"They're not your pictures, this is the end sketch for my dress, you need to leave the room. I don't want you to see these." Evee spoke, still partly laying on top of the table, praying that she wouldn't ruin and wrinkle these sketches with her bum.