“Miss, would it be possible for the modiste to visit us for a new fitting?”
Freira raised her head, looking at the girl who stood by the open door since she had only entered and immediately told her of her agenda. “The modiste just came last week,” she stated, looking at the girl in suspicion. “And you all have more than enough gowns.”
“Yes, Miss,” the girl looked conflicted but was not backing away from her agenda. “However, there are talks that there are incoming foreigners to the city one of these days and we need to be prepared. We needed to make an impression”
Ester had been one of their best girls and she is the one who always comes to her boldly, asking for things such as dresses and cosmetics, all womanly stuff that could only be understood as a necessity by a woman who had work
