The rest of the afternoon flew by. The seamstress came by with a legion of helpers carrying bolts of fabrics. She measured Abby, clucking her tongue as she muttered under her breath. It took Abby a while to convince the seamstress to create not only the dresses Zoran asked for but pants, shirts, and a variety of underclothes. Abby had to finally threaten to not wear a thing that was made if the order did not include panties and bras. Abby learned quickly that such items were not common attire on Valdier.
Abby was happy to hear the seamstress had also visited with the other women, excluding Cara, who was still on the loose, and clothing for them had already been ordered. Shortly after the seamstress left, a young man appeared at Abby’s door.
“Yes,” Abby asked, feeling sorry for the young
