When the door opened, Artie's eyes widened and understood. The place that they had come was a seamstress's shop. Multiple fabric sheets were rolled and on display while wooden structures held the clothes for the people to inspect. There were helpers inside that swept the excess threads and fabric cuts, but a rather familiar figure stood around, measuring necessary adjustments to a dress to be altered.
Madame Alfora was still working with a noblewoman's dress when Larkin walked in. The sister and the mother greeted him, but he only waved his hand at them. The servants gave him a chair at the side and complimentary drinks, making sure that any mishap would not cause any trouble especially when wine and fabric shouldn't mix.
