She wove the needle through cotton, silk and satin, repairing torn bloomers, drooping hems and burst seams. One dress needed alteration to be passed from a larger girl to a smaller one. Another needed to be let out.
In the club, the evening had begun. A quiet hum of male conversation and the dense scent of sweaty bodies wafted through the room. A pianoforte tinkled in the corner. Devin said his sister-in-law played well, but I never got a chance to hear her. So many things she'd never done. Normal things. She'd never met Devin's parents. Never seen the family home, or the factory he admired but didn't want to work in. Our relationship was in its infancy. What if he did forget? What if he did assume I wanted to go? Harry blinked furiously to dispel the burn in the corners of her eyes.
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