Madam Ethel, the owner of Ethel Boutique, was soon summoned by Father to replace my whole wardrobe. The appointment was held at Mother's residence since Father still forbids unauthorized people in my residence. 

“Is it possible for these to be made in pastel? I don’t like bold colors.” I asked Madam Ethel.

“Ah- D-dayang-dayang…” Flustered, she turned her attention at Father who in turn explained to me the customs of the country.

“You can wear white but not other colors you want, I’m sorry.”

Fashion is a way nobility shows their power in society so what we choose to wear is not just fashion- it’s a statement. Nobles think that lighter-colored clothes represent the faded clothes commoners usually wear so they opt for bolder colors. Also, the bolder the color, the more dye it needed. And dye is expensive, it's a luxury. Poor people can only afford the spare dyes. Children usually wear dresses that have bows or ribbons at the back of the dress for girls while a bow tie or ribbon adorns young boys’ necks. Girls must wear long socks and boys wear shorts. 

“But, Dada, I don’t want bold colors, it makes my eyes hurt.”

“You can’t do anything you want just because you want to. You can’t have what you always want, there are things that you must take into account before you do something. You’re a princess, I know you’re still young but always keep in mind that you’re a princess.” Mother lectured.

I looked at Father, unleashing my puppy eyes. Fool for his daughter, he couldn’t do anything but to sigh and reluctantly agree. He told Madam Ethel to do what I want, so the latter did. Getting my father on my side, I told Madam Ethel everything I wanted in my clothes.

It only took days for her boutique to send my everyday clothes and night clothes to my residence- with all other types of clothes being sent within the month.