I was brought up as a southern belle
I grew into the queen of hell
I grew into the queen of hell
"It's gorgeous, thank you," she breathes in excited awe as the fabric falls upon her fingers, delighted and envious alike that magic can create such beauty when she cannot. But it will be absolutely stunning on Amalia, and that is what truly matters at the end of the day. So Hotaru goes to work on the woman's gown, carefully folding Deimos' away when it is tailored to her liking.
Eventually she must kindly interject at the baking table, holding the dress in her arms as she beckons Amalia away for her fitting. It's easier when they're of equal height, and she tries to be swift so that she won't make the bride uncomfortable or ruin her cake efforts. In this manner she pins the gown quite a bit more than with Deimos, determined to get it all in one shot. Then she thanks the Shield and moves back over to Jigano to begin tailoring the wedding dress.
Eventually she must kindly interject at the baking table, holding the dress in her arms as she beckons Amalia away for her fitting. It's easier when they're of equal height, and she tries to be swift so that she won't make the bride uncomfortable or ruin her cake efforts. In this manner she pins the gown quite a bit more than with Deimos, determined to get it all in one shot. Then she thanks the Shield and moves back over to Jigano to begin tailoring the wedding dress.
You were just a little stowaway
That stabbed her way to save herself
That stabbed her way to save herself
