She tilted her head left to study the angle of the skirt.

“We need three coordinating outfits,” Caroline told the tailor.

“Two silk dresses for the girls and a hand-tailored navy suit for my son.”

The tailor turned to Ellis, who was standing quietly near a shelf of folded wools.

“A formal suit for a young gentleman.

Is there a particular event?”

“A morning wedding on the fourteenth,” Caroline said.

The tailor reached for a spool of dark thread.