Rosaline led the three sisters through a second set of double doors and into a large private salon at the back of the establishment.
The room was clearly reserved for the highest-ranking clients. Sunlight poured through tall arched windows draped in cream silk, bathing everything in a warm golden gentlee glow. Mannequins stood along the walls dressed in half-finished gowns, while long tables were covered with fabric samples, ribbons, lace, pearls, embroidery sketches, and books filled with elegant designs.
Several women were already waiting inside, all of them members of Rosaline's staff, standing neatly in line with measuring tapes, writing ledgers, and folded swatches held in their hands.
The moment the sisters entered, the women lowered their heads respectfully.
Rosaline turned around gracefully and faced them with a composed smile.
