*Everly*
When I hear the bell above the door tinkling, I know it is him. I do not know how I know. It should sound the same no matter who opens the door, and yet I just know.
The dressmaker has just finished helping me dress … for which I am grateful. I suspect he wouldn’t care if I am clothed or not. If he wants to see me, He could just barge into the back room and see me.
dressmaker arches a brow. “You think it’s him.”
“How do you know?” I can’t help but ask.
She smiles. “A little shiver went through you. So tell me, is he a good lover?”
I feel the heat of embarrassment swarm over my face, over my entire body.
“How can you be so innocent?” The dressmaker asks with a small laugh.
“I should probably go.” I do not know why I walk with such purpose, why I do not linger. Being back in
