*Everly*

 The carriage comes to a stop. Thank God.

 “And we’re at the dressmaker’s. Let’s see about getting you some proper clothing”. He says.

 Proper clothing ? As though what I am wearing isn’t proper.

 But when I step into the shop, my irritation with him dims. I have been in shops before, but never a dressmaker’s. Two well-dressed ladies are at the counter, obviously making their purchases. Another elegant woman is sitting in a plush chair in a corner studying what appears to be drawings of patterns.

 A large woman bustles toward us. “Sir, how might I be of service ?”

 Tristan tugs on his waistcoat, as if it...