The tailor bowed deeply. "We'll remake yours at once and refund you in full."
Satisfied, Lady Marissa stepped aside.
Kiara placed the dress gently on the counter. "I'll buy it."
The tailor's professional smile returned. "Wonderful. It's twenty—"
"Three."
His smile froze. "Pardon? 3? You mean… you mean… Three? 1. 2. 3?"
The tailor stared at Kiara in disbelief.
How could someone sell a 20 gold coins worth outfit for 3 gold coins?
"Yes, three gold," Kiara repeated. "Look, this returned dress is worthless now. Even if you pull it apart, how much is the fabric going to be worth? You can recover something from the loss..."
He hesitated, clearly pained. A full refund had already been promised. Remaking the noblewoman's dress would cost time and material. Selling this one at full price now would be difficult.
Lady Marissa glanced at Kiara again. "This woman… she is really opportunistic."
