Eden was standing on a high stool in front of the counter of Messrs Wildegrave and Harris, drapers in Worcester, choosing cotton towels. 

She noted the sum of ten shillings and eight pence on her list.

“I think this poplin would be perfect for wall hangings, Lady Hadleigh," the seller remarked, unrolling a large coupon in front of her.

“Yes, I…”

Someone gave a muffled exclamation behind him and Eden glanced over her shoulder. 

A very elegant lady in her forties was accompanied by a very pretty blonde girl.

 Both looked at her in amazement.

“Lady Hadleigh?" repeated the lady incredulously.

“Yes?," replied Eden.

Although the omega was not yet...