I fetch my tailoring supplies from the back room and when I return it's just in time to see Jane hold her hand out through the curtain. "I'm ready. Don't you dare come in here, though, or you can't have any pie." I laugh at that. We're beyond any sort of self-control that would keep me from it. Besides, she's already undressed, and much less likely to storm out. "Best behavior, I promise." As though that's saying anything.

The first dress (http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v40/risen_one/excolo/?action=view&current=yellowsundressrufflespintuckslacehem1.jpg) I hand over is the shortest of the lot, a sheer sort of yellow cotton with a low neckline and a lace border around the bottom. It is, of course, the sort of thing she'd be terrified to walk out of the shop in. Which is the point.