[ Makai ]
It still didn't seem entirely real to Étaín. She had a storefront. A storefront. Her own space where she could work, where customers could come to her, at her convenience. Having worked out of the homes of the wealthy around Poena Privus who wanted a seamstress to come in and serve them since leaving her mother's home, this was a dream, no, a fantasy come true.
Not that she would admit that to anyone. Or even let it be seen on her face as anything less than her due. She would continue to make house calls, but now she could charge for that convenience.
Humming to herself, she continued organizing her fabrics and notions. Hopefully, she could eventually get some dress forms to display ready-made creations, but for the time being, she would be satisfied with a customer. She had been settled in the store for five days now, but no one had come in yet. There were lots of window shoppers peering in, which was where she had gotten the idea of working on a line of ready made clothes; but a customer or a few would be required for that to happen.
"There."
Looking around, everything was exactly as she had imagined... except it was empty. Sinking back to slouch against a counter, Étaín sighed and wrapped her arms around herself. An empty dream, apparently. Perhaps she would work on something for herself, just to brighten the day.
