“I need a new dress, this one’s getting old.” Amerald started at the dress as his daughter twirled it oblivious to the fact that her father saw nothing wrong with it. “It looks like it’s in perfect condition Amelia.” Though she was a girl, and could see the tiniest details that were wrong with the dress. “Please, in any case I’ve out grown it.” Amerald sighed, there was no way around it, and he had a feeling she would come up with an excuse every time he suggested that would result in keeping the dress. “Alright, I’ll get you a new dress; make sure you take good care of it. You wouldn’t want it getting old now.” He winked, his light sarcasm making his daughter laugh, she’d been caught and she knew it. Skipping over, she gave him a semi hug and a light peck on his cheek before going back towards the living room. Amerald shook his head; there was no way he could ever say no to what his daughters asked from him. Scratching his head lightly, he looked at the door with a confused glance; he had no idea where he would find a dressmaker. Strolling over to the door, he opened it and stepped out; closing the door behind him and making is way towards the busier streets in search of a boutique.

The one thing that hinted that the store he was standing in front of right now was a dressmaker was the fact that only women were stepping in and out of the building. Shuffling his feet, he watched from afar through the front glass the women grouped together and probably talking in hushed tones. Again, Amerald had to remind himself that he needed the dress for Amelia, if he came back empty handed he was sure to upset her greatly. “Teenagers.” Taking a deep breath, he headed towards the door; opening and hearing a little bell go off. The soft voices of the women stopped as they all turned their eyes on him; he bowed his heads in greeting, before heading towards the desk. The women had started talking again, this time in whispered tones so he couldn’t hear them, but he knew they were talking about him. From the corner of his eyes he watched them; all three of the women formed a tight semi-circle pointed towards him. All probably thought he was getting a dress so he could gift to a women for her adoration, while it wasn’t far from the truth, it was for his daughter. Feeling awkward he went to the desk, hoping that someone would be out momentarily to speak with him, he needed a distraction