The carriage wheels rolled over frost-hardened ground and it finally stopped in front of the seamstress' store. Mrs. Belmont stepped down first, her eyes travelling up the towering buildings. Her lips parted slightly as she murmured,
"I didn't know buildings this tall existed."
Ruelle caught Hailey's hand and pulled her into the shop. As they entered, the little bell above the door gave a soft chime. Warmth rushed over her skin at once.
"Miss Ruelle Belmont," the voice floated through the room before she saw him.
Noah Dove stood near one of the mannequins, radiant as ever, his long hair tied into a high ponytail with a pencil shoved through it. His red eyes twinkled.
"It is good to see you here. I was worried when I heard you weren't able to visit."
"Something came up," Ruelle replied with a slight smile. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her father staring at Noah as if the man were dust beneath his shoe.
