Did you hear about the girl who ended up having four dresses on her wedding day?
Dress number one was all aglitter with sequins and crystals so dense that it could hardly be lifted by dainty bridal hands. But the Queen thought that the cutting was coarse.
Dress number two was full of delicate lace and breezy tulle that you could see the wearer's skin through its filmy gauze. The Queen lifted her chin high and ordered the dressmaker to have it ready in three weeks, but you never know with dressmakers. You just never know.
Dress number three was made of silk imported all the way from the land where Marcopolo was born, in a shade exactly three shades darker than white and two shades lighter than gold. But the Queen was so efficient, the fabric she bought was not enough to glide comfortably in.
Dress number four was made of silk the shade of exactly one shade lighter than gold. The Queen has not seen it. The dressmaker declared in all his wisdom and all the bright green he wore from the tip of his collar to the tip of his sneaker shoelaces, that this was the fabric of all fabrics.
"The Queen will just have to deal with it," thought the Princess.