Candace filled up the entire ride to the modiste with lively conversation, almost as if she was well aware that Everetta had no intention of contributing to whatever was being discussed.
"You keep dosing off. I wonder what you were doing all night." Candace said, her voice low.
Just as she spoke, the carriage came to a halt in front of the stone and brick building that was the modistes shop.
Eve shook herself awake and glanced out through the lace curtains.
It was a very bright day outside… and the weather was quite warm, unlike others.
"Green fields, fresh air… this is exactly why I love the countryside. But then again, most of the excitement happens in the capital, does it not?"
Eve nodded, half-listening.
"Well? Don't you want to get out of the carriage?"
A footman opened the door and offered his arm to Candace.
Eve followed her out, graciously taking the arm of the tall footman.
