The author has a good hand for the descriptions. I'm completely sold on how beautiful the dresses are and how cool the magic is.

But the protagonist is a sack of potatos—no. a single potato. She's one of the blandest, most boring protagonists I've ever encountered and I felt no desire to root for her.

She's supposed to be this master tailor or something but she *cheats* every step of the way. And oh, the audacity to compare it to Mulan. The love interest immediately clocks her a girl because in no way they could hint even a possibility of interest in a man, no.

By the way, there is a hint of potential in a relationship with the princess and I think that lesbianism would've elevated this story by MILES.