Alina arrived at the sewing circle to find chaos waiting for her.
A military courier wagon stood near the east garden pavilion. Two soldiers were unloading crates, stacking them near the cutting table. Marguerite was directing
them.
"What is this?" Alina asked, weaving her way through the crates.
"The quartermaster's office sent materials for expanded production," Marguerite replied, reading a requisition form. "They've sent eighty bolts of wool, four hundred brass fittings, and twelve spools of military-grade thread." She turned the page, and her voice became softer.
"And a formal commission seal. We're registered now. The East Garden Workshop is an official military supplier."
The women gathered around the crates, and Lady Brennan opened one. The wool inside was unlike anything they had worked with before.
Evelyn lifted a few brass fittings, and her eyes widened.
"These are the same ones that armorers
use."
"His Grace approved it this morning," Lady Talbot informed them.
