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After they returned from the parade, Gwen had sat briefly to tea with her mother and her sister, before leaving for the tailor's shop on Alexander's command for her wedding dress measurements. She stood in the middle of the grand lavender-scented dressing chamber, surrounded by mirrors that reflected her from every angle.
The tailor, Mrs. Hopeston was a meticulous woman with a thin frame and sharp, discerning eyes. She was wearing a light brown dress, with her hair tied tightly to the top of her head, as if daring it to escape. In one hand, she held a silver measuring tape, which she unspooled with a practised flick of her wrist.
She circled Gwen slowly. "My Lady, , if you would please raise your arms."
Gwen complied, lifting her arms slightly. And remained still. Mrs. Hopeston began with her shoulders, working and moving quietly, almost mechanical, as she recorded her measurements in a small leather-bound notebook.
