Her fingers find their way to the turquoise fabric and she's suddenly pulling it out without a second thought. "It's beautiful. Light, and perfectly hued between blue and green."
"And a perfect color for your skin tone and hair color, I might add." The proprietor, a man who couldn't possibly more than thirty, joins the ladies now that his last customer has taken their leave. He's a tall, thin man, standing a few inches over six feet, with an angular face and short black hair. The man is also impeccably dressed: perfectly tailored black dress slacks, a pastel blue button down shirt with three-quarter length sleeves and delicate embroidery on the cuffs and collar, and a black vest with blue and silver leaves that match those on his shirt embroidered around the buttons. When he realizes he doesn't recognize Amelia's companion, he turns to Verity and offers his hand to her. "Alexander Needleworthy. A pleasure to meet you."
The introduction gets a snort from Amelia. "Have you changed your name again? Last week it was Alexander Cutter."
The young man feigns being hurt at Amelia's words. "Are you saying a man can't change his name as often as he changes his clothes? I'm hurt. I thought you'd like this name more."
"It is more appropriate," she concedes. "But that doesn't make it better."
A pout plays at his lips. "Such a cruel thing to say to the man who makes your clothes. I might just adjust the bust of your next shirt so you can't get it on in retaliation."
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"And a perfect color for your skin tone and hair color, I might add." The proprietor, a man who couldn't possibly more than thirty, joins the ladies now that his last customer has taken their leave. He's a tall, thin man, standing a few inches over six feet, with an angular face and short black hair. The man is also impeccably dressed: perfectly tailored black dress slacks, a pastel blue button down shirt with three-quarter length sleeves and delicate embroidery on the cuffs and collar, and a black vest with blue and silver leaves that match those on his shirt embroidered around the buttons. When he realizes he doesn't recognize Amelia's companion, he turns to Verity and offers his hand to her. "Alexander Needleworthy. A pleasure to meet you."
The introduction gets a snort from Amelia. "Have you changed your name again? Last week it was Alexander Cutter."
The young man feigns being hurt at Amelia's words. "Are you saying a man can't change his name as often as he changes his clothes? I'm hurt. I thought you'd like this name more."
"It is more appropriate," she concedes. "But that doesn't make it better."
A pout plays at his lips. "Such a cruel thing to say to the man who makes your clothes. I might just adjust the bust of your next shirt so you can't get it on in retaliation."