*Everly*

 When I hear the bell above the door tinkling, I know it is him. I do not know how I know. It should sound the same no matter who opens the door, and yet I just know.

 The dressmaker has just finished helping me dress … for which I am grateful. I suspect he wouldn’t care if I am clothed or not. If he wants to see me, He could just barge into the back room and see me.

 dressmaker arches a brow. “You think it’s him.”

 “How do you know?” I can’t help but ask.

 She smiles. “A little shiver went through you. So tell me, is he...