You enter the small tailor’s shop, holding the large box with your sister’s damaged dress tucked neatly inside, which you may or at not have ripped purposefully to see Nell, the seamtress you wish to befriend. Quietly you tap you fingers on the counter as you wait, glancing around at the dresses being worked on.

You smile as she finally comes to the counter, her eyes narrow slightly at you “You again..?” she raises a brow “you’re back rather quickly..” she murmurs

“I am” you chuckle “you know I couldn’t help but notice you didn’t attend the ball I invited you to?” you say with a slight frown.

Nell sighs a bit in annoyance ignores you and examines the dress gently, her thin fingers running over the expensive fabric. “beautiful” she says quietly almost forgetting your troublesome presence. Nell having never possessed a dress nearly half as expensive or nice as this one can’t help but admire it.