Verity follows quietly, watching Alex gather the fabrics curiously. She doesn't know much about fabrics, but she can tell silks from cotton. The silks he has are thicker, softer than the ones she's used to from back home. Much nicer than the cheap stuff that was still an indulgence to her.

She glances back at Amelia while Alex is gathering things. How the tables have turned. Then she looks down at the fabrics. Her fingers brush over the different options, but always go back to the shantung. "This one is silk?"