This is preindustrial Paris, so the cast is white, with the only otherness being class differentiation. When Lady Crystallia becomes a fashion plate du jour-and secrecy verges on revelation-Sebastian and Frances are at a crossroads: can they remain true to themselves, each other, and the world? Wang’s linework has as much movement and play as Crystallia’s frocks, and her palette seamlessly wanders from petit-four brights to the moody darks of an ombre swatch. Their friendship quickly evolves as she harnesses her talent and he becomes empowered to make public appearances as his alter ego, Lady Crystallia. Weary of donning his mother’s duds, he hires Frances, a seamstress with an avant-garde flair. It’s because he dresses in couture gowns and is petrified of facing what a reveal would mean to his parents and potential wife. Rendezvous with potential brides rattle Sebastian, and not just because he’s only 16 and averse to icky matrimony. Prince Sebastian’s parents, like fleets of fairy-tale progenitors before, are myopically focused on getting their kid hitched. Once upon a time, there was a prince who felt fabulous only in exquisite gowns.
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