Location: The Modiste For: @lcdyofcobham
“They must be running behind schedule.” Margaret whispered over to her maid, Beth, as they stood in a corner of the shop. They had already been wandering around for twenty minutes or so, and she was certain of what she wanted to order. The suggestions from Aunt Helena had been relentless.
“Remind me to pick out matching ribbons before we leave. I always forget for bonnets and the like.” She murmured in addition, finally looking at the maid and smiling gently, “Your sister needs a shawl doesn’t she?”
The maid blinked, mouth slightly agape, “Oh, no Miss Mulgrave, I couldn’t let you-“ Which Margaret naturally dismissed, still keeping her voice low, “Nonsense, every girl needs a shawl.” And she had money to burn. She began to walk to the front of The Modiste to inquire about her appointment when the bell above the entry door rang out.
Margaret was distracted by the new customer, “Oh good. I was beginning to think the shop was closed.” She admitted, “They shouldn’t be fitting anyone lesser than the Queen for how long it’s taken.” No doubt it was the customer being difficult or picky in someway. The dress shop was highly frequented and recommended.
