"No!" Effie exclaimed. "Oh, a wedding dress, it must be so fine!"
And she was trying very hard not to think about her own wedding dress. After all, just because Mr. Ibis wanted to see her, didn't mean that he'd spoken to Mr. Lechance. Or agreed to the match. Or that they'd successfully complete their betrothal.
"May I help? With the patterns? Have ye a favourite?"