The seamstress gathered the picked fabrics together. "Perfect! I will bring it to your place when It's ready." She said, packing it inside a box.
"Thank you," Shirlyn replied, handing her a coin. Then she bowed down before finding her way out.
"The fabric you picked looks exquisite," Kathy commented as they stepped on the carriage that was waiting for them for the entire time.
During the race, the carriage slowed down when it passed by the Royal carriage, which was coming from the opposite direction. Shirlyn turned around to catch a glimpse of the King's coveted appearance. The red curtain prevented almost completely the sight, except for a leg that emerged from the slit.
Every lady and gentleman who was on the street stopped whatever they were doing to gaze at the carriage, probably with the same intention that Shirlyn had and finally see the quite discussed appearance of the future King, since William's death.
The royal carriage stopped in front of a bakery, so Shirlyn leaned in to get a better view and her carriage stopped, allowing her to take a longer look.
"Why would he stop there?" Kathy questioned when she stuck out her face from the window and stared attentively.
"I don't know, hungry?" Shirlyn replied with a giggle.
She gave a quick look through the street to see how everyone reached the carriage to gossip.
At least dozens of other carriages stopped in the middle of the street just to take a look at the scene, but none of those minded the fact that it might block the traffic.
From the bakery a Sir walked out rushing, he was carrying a basket full of freshly baked bread. He reached the carriage causing people's gazes to dart from the carriage to the bakery.
Few men followed exiting from the nearby butcher shop, carrying a few more baskets filled with every kind of meat. A particular basket caught Shirlyn's attention. Their content was covered by some cloth, yet it seemed very prominent. The man carried the heavyweight fatigue.
The driver of the carriage went to open the curtain, filling the carriage with their baskets. The murmur from the crowd meanwhile increased so much that Shirlyn could hear the whispering from inside her carriage.
Once they laid every basket, they returned inside their respective shops. The driver of the carriage gave a quick look around to see how everyone stopped to watch them, but then jumped on his carriage to take off in a few seconds.
"He must have starved for days to be that hungry," Kathy observed laughing, covering her mouth with her hand hiding her mouth.
"I wonder what was inside the covered baskets."
"Maybe just more meat. Rumors say he is a meat lover." Kathy concluded.
Her carriage restarted as well, "Or maybe he's a serial killer and is carrying corps' pieces around." Shirlyn jokes, laughing at her joke.
Kathy's lips pressed into a thin line, revealing a disgusted expression. "Eww," she lamented, probably picturing that terrible scene inside her mind.
When they reached their mansion, Shirlyn didn't have time to say a thing that they already knew.
"Did you see him?" Abigail asked as soon as she entered.
It seemed like gossip ran faster than the horses that carried her carriage.
"No, just saw an inch of his leg," Shirlyn said, shrugging and laughing inwardly hearing how odd her answer sounded.
"We should go to buy more in that bakery and butchery."
"Everyone probably will have the same idea, it won't benefit anyone rather than the owner of those shops and his earnings."
"The only thing we can do is learn how to bake cakes and bread. Seems like he's more interested in food than he's in women." Sharon sighed, making both her sisters laugh.
"I'm going to buy some biscuits from a bakery far away and pretend I made them. Work smarter not harder." Abigail winked at them.
"You should go to sleep now, smarty ladies!" Ginevra commented, rolling her eyes.
"I forgot I met the Ferrington's, and they said they had a special event to attend," Shirlyn said, catching the gaze of everyone.
"They must have got an invitation too!" Ginevra stated, shaking her head.
"And the seamstress said on the phone that so many ladies visited the shop and she wondered what the occasion was." Shirlyn continued.
"Seems like we will have a vast competition." Abigail's eyebrows knitted together.
"The news of the King's death has already been spread so I suppose there won't be much longer before that news will also flee," Ginevra answered.
"I have an idea," Abigail said, looking thoughtful. "We can ask the seamstress to tell us the names of the ladies who visited her today. So we can have a vague idea."
Ginevra's facial expression cheered up, hearing what her daughter suggested, and went to clap her hands joyfully as she commented, "what a splendid idea!"
"When did you become smart?" Sharon commented, folding her arms.
"Well, isn't it obvious? I am the smartest one, Shirlyn is the prettiest and you are the..."
"I am the?" Abigail questioned curiously.
"The most bothersome!" Sharon spat, causing her sister to assume an irritated face.
Shirlyn was admiring the scene of her sisters arguing amused, trying to hold the laugh. On the contrary, their mother was not as entertained by the argument and proceeded on scolding them, "Girls! Stop it! You're being childish."