When Griselda woke the next evening, she saw that Sergei had unpacked her bag. A stylish dress lay draped over her vanity chair. Red, with a small waist and full skirt that ended mid-calf. Though catalog and store shopping had recently become popular there was even a new boutique in the citadel's shopping area Griselda was rarely able to buy clothes that fit. Taller than average, pre-made clothes were usually too short for her. Not that she couldn't make her own she'd been sewing for herself since she was a child. Still, the idea of being able to pick something up and drop it on was appealing.
And this should fit. The lady who'd worn it had also been tall. She'd had dark hair secured with a clip, shiny shoes, and a matching handbag. And she had made an excellent meal the previous night
