Eleanor marched with purpose through the double glass doors of the clothing shop, the tiny bell announcing our arrival with a cheerful jingle. I trailed behind her, feeling like a fish out of water in my simple maid's uniform among the lavish fabrics and elegant dresses.
"Mrs. Betty!" Eleanor called out, scanning the empty shop. "We've come on the King's business."
A plump woman with graying hair pinned tightly in a bun appeared from behind a curtain at the back of the store. Her round face lit up with recognition.
"Mrs. Harrow! What a pleasure!" Her gaze shifted to me, curiosity evident in her expression. "And who might this be?"
"This is Seraphina," Eleanor replied curtly. "We're here on special orders from His Majesty. He'll be needing several new suits—formal attire for his upcoming journey to Silver Lake. And..." She hesitated, glancing at me. "And some appropriate clothing for his companion."
