Anne paused before a dressmaker’s shop on the Steine not too far away from Donaldson’s Library. Everywhere around them were people in colorful clothes. Shop windows decorated the sides of the streets and crowds moved in throngs. Many flocked to Brighton to visit the sea, others to ride through the picturesque streets in their barouches and make a social display. Anne found it all amusing and oddly delightful to watch.
“What do you think about me buying some new gowns?” she asked.
Cedric smiled. “Only so long as they are brightly colored.”
Thank heavens we didn’t stay in London. My lack of proper mourning attire would scandalize everyone. Anne peered closely into the window, studying the fabric reflections and the styles.
“Well if you wish to go in, I’ll wait outside.”
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